Meyhem Lauren & Daringer Black Pinot (feat. Action Bronson)
[Intro Sample]
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, free Dave 118, free [?]
Free my niggas doing bullets, free my niggas doing ten
Sipping black pinot made by a lady with a missing limb
We overeating while you motherfuckers 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 shit 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
Nobody wants your f..cking bitch, she's like thе middle seat
[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]
Sipping on [?]
Time to crack the black pinot
That's how I move nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' smooth nigga
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 niggas 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 niggas had a [?] and a Cuban
I still rock the same shit 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 niggas moving yayo
[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren]
Sipping on [?]
Time to crack the black pinot
That's how I move nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' smooth nigga
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
Damn, a motherfucker done rose up
I throw the part in my hair like Moses
Big jewels, remote controllers
My whole damn 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, shit