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meyhem lauren & daringer - top grain leather lyrics

yeah, uh huh, f+ck y ‘all n+ggas man, straight up man, only rap for the real man, y ‘all n+ggas know what time it is, uh, aka lauernavici, yo
[verse 1:]
$7 ,000 coach, shout out my n+gga post, might have seen you rocking cubans eating treasures from the coast
it’s traditional, never fictional, my people glisten to, cartier, versace, type of sh+t you couldn’t copy, coogi on the cardigan, i’m reppin’ hard again, pop at your chestplate from out the s8, more arms than arachnids, my n+ggas crack lids
young street pistol pack kids, that’s really active, uh
your og’s my lil’ man, plus you’re just a middle man
acting like you scarface, you n+ggas couldn’t get a gram
fly nike, shine brightly, just knightly, out nightly, fake n+ggas can’t like me
if wave theft was a crime, y ‘all be doing life, i be doing good, whole wrist flooded with ice
from the bx to belgium, my n+ggas known for welding, uh
black iron smiths deadly like a lion fist, cashmere in the keyboard, we playing street ball, never call them foul
my style keep it just street, yo rocking double rl, walking through our h+ll
smelling like izzy miyake, dip like a piece of pocky, dt severely looking like jeremy shockey
i barely bust moves these days, just let him jock me, f+ck it
and you know we still maneuvering graciously at all times, man, going light

[verse 2:]
let’s take it to another level, me and mayhem, get to spraying, that’s a double shovel, i’m a brick, you a nick, know a quarter pebble
long metal, all chrome, i just bought several
you broke it in the promise, i be smoking in bahamas, while you focus on the drama
went to sleep in my jeans, but i woke up in pajamas, only weed and my team, ain’t no coke n+ggas around us
sleep, i made a name in the crack hood, you f+cking up the cipher like a vine in the backwood, diesel on the beat, got me flaring up the heat
give a f+ck who double park, i be clearing up the street
my gun like the news, i be airing it all week
pop a front up in your mouth, couldn’t care if that b+tch sleep, questioning the boss, now you swept up in the laws
put the tech up on the dresser when i walked up in the loft, lord

- meyhem lauren daringer lyrics

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