Lyrical Breakdown of Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I got a lil' bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae shit
I be fuckin' this NBA nigga bitch
'Cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit
New contract big like I play ball
Lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't
Her nigga be sharin' locations
Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash
He gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run"
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
This too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some
I'll fuck her raw time to time, I don't show no emotion
But when he died he had them racks, he had to make a GoFund
I hang with the hitters who train the killers
Who send all the niggas on store runs
I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat
And I went on the block and did donuts
I hang with all the murderers
I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin', famous bitch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous
Ran it up on accident, they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact I'm blastin' mine, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks and hunnids, they like cursive, I been sellin' verses
One time, I lied inside of my song, I ain't gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses
He ain't even died by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died off Percs
Shawty look perfect (perfect)
Pussy was worth it, go get her some purses
My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz
We stickin' together, this shit in a cursive
I'm fuckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
We go to Atlanta they Copper and Cove me
Bad lil' bitches all over me
Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' (no way)
She wanna go to the mall (let's get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis in SoHo and ordered it all
I'm in this bitch with The Voice of The Heros
These niggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (no way)
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these niggas know me, I hang with
I hang with all the murderers
I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
Murderers
I hang with all the murderers
Murderers