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meyhem lauren - bonus round lyrics

[verse 1: roc marciano]
i used to do old miss mary’s niece
flood the virgin mary piece
sixth floor shit, n-gg-s snort shit, my money caused shit
horse d-ck, curl your toes like a corn chip
mama’s fried chicken, it glisten
i never once in life touched a chitterling
the dream that came to fruition up in the kitchen
hot air-conditioning, one hand, n-gg-s water whipping
my dress code is the coldest
stretch your colon, the beethoven
paper folding, the latest clothing, a player’s chosen
playing oceans, no frank ocean
sterling chapel with the strap on it
looking like dyk- pussy with the strap on it
the dope is pure, i could tap on it
my line, feds got the tap on it
range rover, i’m a slave owner
8 coronas on drink coasters, snake poachers
gator coats and suede loafers, break your focus
jealous haters break my naked sculptures

[chorus: action bronson]
on the road to riches, trying to f-ck all these b-tches
trying to f-ck all these b-tches
on the road to riches, on the road to riches
trying f-ck all these b-tches

[verse 2: action bronson]
crash the lex like the bonus round
and my hair stay perfect
my son’s chest frozen like some sherbet
my mother’s name engraved on the burner
daddy didn’t believe i was an earner
till i showed up in the lamb with the safari window
i been the shit, you motherf-ckers hardly been dope
me and money go together like bacardi and c-ke
drive on the right side, numb like a stroke
as the sun hit my features, my dun hide the gun in the pizza
catch him while he playing fifa
mix the chemicals in beakers with new sneakers
deuce eaters at the theater
my mind been clearer since i’m drinking juice
shit, it’s summertime, i think i’ll paint the lincoln blue
i know you never thought i’d make it through
dutty wining on my jamaican boo
wray & nephew for the whole crew

[chorus: action bronson]
on the road to riches, trying to f-ck all these b-tches
trying to f-ck all these b-tches
on the road to riches, on the road to riches
trying f-ck all these b-tches
on the road to riches, trying to f-ck all these b-tches
trying to f-ck all these b-tches
on the road to riches, on the road to riches
trying f-ck all these b-tches

[verse 3: meyhem lauren]
yeah n-gg- i’m ill
bought your b-tch a wax, then i took a trip to brazil
hold the gun right, keep an extra clip to refill
crossing over on pollock like we whipping the pill
gotta shake ’em like shammgod, working my hand god
straight fish, barely eat food off the land god
new york built me, not guilty
the lex filthy, half a bottle hennessy white, [?] trilby
still swerving, eating poached pear and gruyère
one love to my n-gg- pierre, doggy, we here
get top from a thot, lick a shot in the air
zip up, grip up, hit a spot then appear
been accused and we not in the clear
we crime n-gg-s, tec-9 n-gg-s, write fly rhyme n-gg-s
vvs won’t peep the way my shine glitters
whole squad tatted up like yakuza
we ain’t worried about getting jobs, you f-cking loser
shout out to the dealer, one love to the user
it’s [?] laurenovich, peace to my calf
got workers on the strip, lord, peace to my staff
concubine and a half of carafe while in the bath
trying to climb different levels of math, i’m trying to stash
on the road to riches, trying to f-ck all these b-tches
i’m trying to f-ck all these b-tches, uh

[outro: big body bes]
yeah, ma! allow me to show you myself
i want to take you out a night on the town
pull up in some fly shit
my driver’s name is javier
take you on a horse carriage ride down grand concourse
that’s the night i fell in love with you
that’s the same night i stole money out your purse
i mean, i’m not here to impress n-body but myself
big f-cking body, yeah, all types of shit
catch me rolling down lenox, i got rims on a fiend
what’s up? i’m a man of many mistakes
thousand-dollar sex moves
you should’ve been known me, b-tch…

- meyhem lauren lyrics

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