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Venetian Loafers f. Conway
Meyhem Lauren
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Shit, you might've seen me hang glidin' in Jupiter, fuck
We out here, rockin' jewelry in the wave pool, yo, uh
(Los got the Harry Fraud)
It's the same person from way back
Silked out with the shades black
Play the blocks where they blaze at, spray that
Maybach like a German car
Consistently with currency, forever earnin', pa
I spit this shit for all my people that's gone
Whether they locked up or dead, I bring 'em life in this song
Back in the world with me, takin' flicks, countin' this cake
The fuckin' Gucci store got my foot covered in snake (Uh)
Tryna see a billion, rockin' reptilian
Y'all hear the shit I talk and question if it's really him
The way I'm extra make y'all regular like psyllium
Wheeliein' with the best of 'em, lookin' fresh with them
Stand up, quick to man up, y'all pumpin' estrogen
We built different, I'm a premium edition
I get driven around, y'all put the key in the ignition
Comin' from Queens, to flip a key is a tradition
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Yo, live from Jupiter, uh
Still in the after hours with the cokeheads that rock Pro Keds
Been a criminal since I would duck off of some Lopez
Before feds was snatchin' my mans up in handcuffs
Now we look back and just breeze, pumpin' in sand trucks
Eatin' high-quality fish chunks from Masa
Breakin' bread, writin' blueprints on how to prosper
Florida, Hollywood, Hollywood, L.A
I just wanna go coast to coast and sell yay
The hustle is my heritage
The struggle seen in my eyes presents the evidence
Bruno Magli suede covers my footsteps
Never fold, never told, one of those good reps
I got that, post where they cop at
Pop at your top hat, nigga, you not that, I'm ill
You know the resume, only rock exotic gear
Egyptian musk on, smellin' like Islamic prayer
Look, Dutch is packed with the best flowers (You know)
You niggas got settlement money, we finessed ours (Lil' check)
You blow your money on the strippers, we invest ours
Put it on your head, have you killed within the next hour (Good night)
I know homie gon' be sick (Haha)
I got no album out, still a Rollie on my wrist
He can be mad as he want, but I know he won't do shit
And if the nigga bust a move, I'ma make sure he don't exist
We sippin' on gold bottles by the caseload (Uh-huh)
Lawyer money make them charges disappear, where that case go? (Hah)
Woah, we got shooters on the payroll (Uh-huh)
They whackin' everything if I say so (Brrt)
Versace silk shirts like I'm Percy Miller (Cap)
They say, "You made it," I say, "Nah, I'm
Still workin', nigga" (I'm grindin', homie)
I'm grindin' like I'm still hurtin', nigga (Facts)
Machine, Meyhem, and Fraud, this shit perfect, nigga (Woo)
It's curtains, nigga, you know?
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