Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Meek Mill Is Serving Drake Turkey Instead Of Beef!

Like Drake said, trigger fingers turn into Twitter fingers. These clowns got bodied by a singing Nigga. Now these clowns are back in the studio to respond to the "Back to Back" diss.

Is it too late?

The Philadelphia rapper Meek Mill hooked up with the Houston rap duo Sauce Twinz to release the single "Winnin'". It's going after their arch rival, Drake.

Meek went to social media in July to blast the Canadian entertainer for having an alleged ghostwriter on his albums. He basically said that Drake can't be the greatest rapper if he has a ghostwriter writing his lyrics.

Drake has nailed Meek Mill to the wall and left him stuck. Drake hit him so hard, it's almost an embarrassment for Meek to respond back.

But since the streets were demanding Meek step his flow up, he had no choice. This was an awkward collaboration to say at least, but it managed to get junk food media attention.



But the lyrics as followed.

(Intro: Sauce Walka)
Oh yeah, you want some, TSF DC niggas
Meek it’s that time man we gotta move these fake niggas out the way man
The real is back, we winnin’

(Hook: Sauce Walka)
Oh yeah, I had to bomb on these niggas
I went Osama on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
These niggas fake and we realer
Leave ’em outside in the winter
Bitch niggas hate on the winner
I’m winnin’ and winnin’ on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m winning on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m spending on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
Fake niggas hate on the winner
Well fuck it, I’m winnin’ on niggas

(Verse 1: Meek Mill)
H-Town, H-Town
Young rich nigga, I just stay down
All these birdies like A-Town
Got her with her ass up face down, face down
Face down, face down
FILA like my playground
Go to club, drink, get chased ’round
I’m in Fifth Ward, me and J now
You givin’ cash to these bitches
I give a splash to these bitches
I’m never trippin’, my chick got more ass than these bitches
Prolly more cash than these niggas
I’m in my zone like I’m fuckin’
I’m gone get money, fuck bitches
Ballin’ in Houston, with back to back rings
Like I was Olajuwon, call me (Hakeem)
I know what these bitches want
I know what these bitches need
She gone go and fuck a corney nigga for some money
Run it back to me
I’m in Houston with some Philly niggas
In the trenchs with the Jeeps
Junior brought my nigga E
Sippin’ dirty, me and three

(Hook: Sauce Walka)
Oh yeah, I had to bomb on these niggas
I went Osama on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
These niggas fake and we realer
Leave ’em outside in the winter
Bitch niggas hate on the winner
I’m winnin’ and winnin’ on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m winning on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m spending on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
Fake niggas hate on the winner
Well fuck it, I’m winnin’ on niggas

(Verse 2: Sauce Walka)
I bought the house out the bitch
She put the rocks on my wrist
I just bought a new bitch from the dealer
And she put the rest on my whip
I keep the Glock on my hip
My bitch keep a gun in that Birkin bag
Niggas hatin’ and it’s really sad
But we’re spilling sauce that’s the devil’s swag
Jewelry worth half a milli
Drippin’ sauce out in Philly
I’m with Fat Reese out in H-Town
Ain’t no fuck niggas near me
Bought my (?)
Wearin’ gold like a king
Now we eatin’, stackin’ lobsters but I still remember (?)
Hot dogs and the peas
Sleepin’ by the dope fiends
Why they hatin’ on me?
Cause we made it out the streets
I’m what these rap niggas wanna be
I can never be a wannabe
I’m spilling’ this flavor it’s all on me
I’m winnin’ and spillin’ all in these streets

(Hook: Sauce Walka)
Oh yeah, I had to bomb on these niggas
I went Osama on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
These niggas fake and we realer
Leave ’em outside in the winter
Bitch niggas hate on the winner
I’m winnin’ and winnin’ on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m winning on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m spending on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
Fake niggas hate on the winner
Well fuck it, I’m winnin’ on niggas

What A Time To Be Dumb As Fuck.
(Verse 3: Sancho Saucey)
Sauce God, I’m above a boss
Grab the sun and threw it in my mouth
Chop sticks all in my O’s
Big (?) then I can wrap her off
Pull up to your studio with creatures
Got my tigers with me, they gon’ eat ya
But I ain’t askin’ for no fuckin’ feature
I’m just sendin’ shots, baby that’s on Jesus
Big (?) pimpin’ that’s on diva
Sauce gang baby, I’m the leader
Chasin’ fast cash, I’m a cheetah
Stop the beat bitch, I need a breather
All the bitches do what I say
They caught me simon, all my diamonds smilin’
I just took a bitch to the island
I just put 17 in her vagina
I got bad bitches down in China
Chung-Lee I’m a street fighter
Sauce Twinz goin’ back to back
Tryna steal my sauce? I ain’t havin’ that
I’m quick to shootin’ like Action Jack
Sauce killa free my nigga Dre
Spillin’ sauce what we had to do
Savin’ the city like Dennis Gru

(Hook: Sauce Walka)
Oh yeah, I had to bomb on these niggas
I went Osama on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
These niggas fake and we realer
Leave ’em outside in the winter
Bitch niggas hate on the winner
I’m winnin’ and winnin’ on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m winning on niggas
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m spending on niggas
I copped the Wraith out the dealer
I bought my bitch a Chinchilla
Fake niggas hate on the winner
Well fuck it, I’m winnin’ on niggas
Meek Mill aimed a shot at Drake and Future. They will likely respond back.
Okay, let me put it in layman's terms for the readers here at World News Today.

Meek Mill says that he's still banging Nick Minaj. He said that Drake ain't hurting his money. The "run back to me" comment is a dig at Drake and Nicki Minaj's rap label. There's a civil war within Cash Money/Young Money. Lil' Wayne, Drake and Nicki Minaj are blasting the label for inept management. Meek was teasing that Roman Pink is thinking about becoming a Dreamchaser. He said that he's not a corny rapper like Drake. I am guessing he's taking a shot at Future as well. The "giving the cash to the bitches" remark sounds like a dig at Future. On What A Time To Be Alive, Future said Meek is trying to be a battle rapper, while he's assuring himself as a trap rapper. He said that Meek's feud with Drake is jibber jabber.

Sauce Walka says that he's representing Houston flow. He said that Drake stole the flow. He threatened Drake with physical violence if he comes back to the city. He called Drake a wannabe.

Sanchez Saucey had the most interesting of the lyrics. He basically said that he may pull up on Drake when they let their guard down. He said that Sauce Twinz are the streets and they don't give a fuck about radio play. He called Drake a bitch and he would do better sucking for beats.

On the response from Drake. Let's hear the song 30 for 30 from What A Time To Be Alive.



Okay, I am going to be pretty honest with you on the song from Sauce Twinz and Meek Mill.

It's not bad. But it's not strong enough. I mean if you're going to take on a mainstream rapper who dominates the charts with hits, you better come with a hit.

Adele's 25 and Justin Bieber Purpose are out this week. These albums may have dethorned Drake's If You're Reading This Its Too Late. Adele's album became one of fastest selling albums this year.

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