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letra de black pinot - meyhem lauren & daringer

[intro sample]

[verse 1: meyhem lauren]
yo, free dave 118, free [?]
free my n-ggas doing bullets, free my n-ggas doing ten
sipping black pinot made by a lady with a missing limb
we overeating while you motherf-ckers getting thin
i’m outside looking flyer than a homerun
my right hand, that’s the shooter, he’s a known gun
my left hand’s my right hand ’cause i’m a southpaw
disrespecting sh-t that i run in your house for
[?] if you don’t forgive ’em
i just forget ’em ’cause we moving at a different rhythm
absorbing wisdom from the socrates prism
[?] my life is never profitless
shaving truffles on the ziti
[?] iced out the [?]
like shorty’s thick but petite, she got thе little feet
n0body wants your f-cking b-tch, she’s like thе middle seat
[chorus: meyhem lauren]
sipping on [?]
time to crack the black pinot
that’s how i move n-gga
i’m a motherf-ckin’ smooth n-gga
catch me on vacay holding the ak
catch me on vacay holding the ak

[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
yo, the fifties look just like some bagged up [?]
we had a room, my n-ggas bagged up for years
if you was deep in the game we was really the same
get the whip, hit the strip, blast billy and fame
i swear to god that was my daily routine, dominican with cuisine
[?] 117 in jamaica
[?] rice and beans and then we get the paper
all my n-ggas had a [?] and a cuban
i still rock the same sh-t now but keep it moving
advancing looking handsome
cream feline, my whole frame covered with lamb skin
back in ’98 we used to rock [?]
diamonds dancing, my wrist [?] the mashed potato
bag up zips, we take trips to [?]
moved to fuego, circulated and then we lay low
dedicated to my n-ggas moving yayo
[chorus: meyhem lauren]
sipping on [?]
time to crack the black pinot
that’s how i move n-gga
i’m a motherf-ckin’ smooth n-gga
catch me on vacay holding the ak (it’s me)
catch me on vacay holding the ak

[verse 3: action bronson]
my shorty keep the gat in the baby phat jacket
driving down the strip in a audi backwards
i do my own stunts, hanging from the chapel with no fuss
sword down my leg, always ready for the close up
d-mn, a motherf-cker done rose up
i throw the part in my hair like moses
big jewels, remote controllers
my whole d-mn life there’s no controllin’ ’em
italian sportscars looking like soccer stars
the new moon means a new me
i see frackles in the mirror
that’s just my reflection when i hop out the [?]
smelling like jungle
gold vvs’s, deep dishes doing kung-fu
if cop come i turn to johnny mumbles, sh-t

- meyhem lauren daringer

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