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letra de peruvian desserts - meyhem lauren

[verse 1: action bronson]

(it’s me, yeah)

i’m the supporting actor
the real star be in the jar
she don’t want to f-ck me
she want to f-ck my car
no matchbox or tyco
on back blocks i’m like a maestro
you plastic m-th-f-ckas get recycled-
tap the 5 wagging on the arm
feet straight from an african rhythm
mac by the liver, fitted cap with the emblem
you with the cops pointing people out-
what me and my people do, we never speak about-
leave you leaking out!
i rock more leathers than r. kelly
boots and sh-t, coupes the sh-t, the roofless sh-t
you take a dime, i prefer my b-tches toothless
that only eating baby food and soup sh-t
i’m only signing if it’s lucrative
you see me shining out in budapest
with a thick b-tch like lex luger’s neck
into the water, back first, off the scuba deck
i’m kind of hungry and i ain’t never been to cuba yet

[big body bes]

yeah you f-cking, dirty, little, sh-t-stain m-th-f-cka, b
you remember me, man
i remember when your moms used to send you to the f-cking store, man
for condoms, man
you f-cking loser

[verse 2: meyhem lauren]

(straight up, man, don’t try to f-cking front when you see us, man)
(we all know what was going on, man)

yo
[?] spread it out
leave it gently speckled
we never been the type of n-ggas dirty b-tches heckled
swerve miraculous, swivel on beats
late nights might wiggle on freaks
peace to the bad girls!
hard bottles, now we walking on air, son
bottles on deck like a flare gun
what’s good, dad?
ten thousand dollar pets without cages
we grown, f-ck acting our ages
been scholarly

(straight up, man, keep f-cking around, man)
(i’ll sell like two of my minks and get you popped with that money, yo)

foot rubs from s-x workers
f-ck work cause checks jerk us
d-cks never dry, stay fly
lead surplus
b-tches in variety packs
they quietly sn-tched
ya’ll n-ggas pay anxiety tax
get your health right
wealth wrong, slang correct
cl-ssic fatigues on
floating, rocking gucci, skywalking with these on
you love it so much that your knees torn
it’s beautiful
like push your wig back like a cuticle
i’m k!lling ’em
this fly sh-t last forever like a catholic marriage
block sales, ox tails with a plate of cabbage
rock sales ? never rated average
still dark, stay sharp
got serrated habits
we play them same blocks that glocks fried
my n-ggas bubble white like peroxide
it’s critical
plus we love the streets unconditional
f-cking fat chicks is a ritual
we loves that

[verse 3: roc marciano]

(marci, uhh)

rap pack posse [?]
suits with bowties
broke pies, get bl-wj-bs
gold 5’s like a vulture glide
c0ke in the liner make a nosedive
my toast is on the side
my sculpture’s made of bronze
i play the fonze
ate prawns under the canopy
speaking with parakeets
brandish heat
move mechanically
get to the cabbage casually
p-ss the tree
kneel before me on a ashy knee
the black james cagney of the east
carib-bean feast
barbarian physique
bally’s is peach
treasures is buried in the sea
my neck is eric b
denzel in pelican brief
you’re breaded and greased
while i get head on leather seats
your greek letters mesh it with the feta cheese
aim to please
my st–z, duane reade
keep the banger in the sleeve, n-gga
uhhh

- meyhem lauren

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