Meyhem Lauren - Suede lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Exhale the f**ing essence, absorb me Peace to Lonnie Londell Everything is mar-vel Kid, on this side we shine like the sun Though the night brisk on the night shift Peep the tight lips Cause muthaf**ing loyalty is priceless Fly b**h blow me harder than a vuvuzelo My mood is mellow Catch me hopping out the Cougar, yellow Brew the Bustelo, Brosonlino Smooth as Othello in convertible Z3's bruising the pedal Chief of command, it's hard for you to try to see me Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini Harsh as a Russian winter Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker and Thompson Eating a custom dinner Wine served, about a third of the gla** filled Premium rap sk**s, lounging in the Catsk**s Let me end this with a kiss from my b**h One love, Bronsonlino, signing off Who better than this, kid? [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Luxury sports apparel is what I rock to cover feet I feel like everyday is Thanksgiving That's how we usually eat Rep the street, my flow is heat Queens made me complete When we outside deep It's like a Double L retreat You know my status, everything's mar-vel Hard shell shots will tear you up Now you scar well Bizarre hell, I'll take you there Never fear nothing, not me Shellfish specialist, I'll eat it if it's from the sea Action Bronson is in the building So it smells like half a key He's usually smoking marijuana in a jacket past his knee Yeah, we live this, still crispest Back to business, f** b**hes Most of ya'll were living blind until I hit the light switches Peace to my dress code and my way of life Super trife, slay your wife Ask about the way Lauren can lay the pipe Never duplicated, wordplay is custom made n***as know my steez Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!) [Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] The fine fabric delegates And Peter Pan Posse This the finale, Youtube is where the fans watch me High definition, Lo religion Loving Scottie Pippen's Switched it from Jordan Dream Team It hurt the s*utty women Love to collab, I used to dabble in a couple of things Facelift the Team, Outdoors, where the Mens will be Cop k**er Queens, the Upper East, we need a gallery We unscripted, real drama, never no fallacies I might party like a rock star for a couple of days A couple strays tag along taking bumps of K I keep a Buddha, little liquor, make me triple stack Ideal wifey, small titties and a lot of a** They call me Shaz, before it was my government Unholy convenant, could never get enough of it [Verse 4: Fonda] So pay attention when this rich bong's broken in half And don't get left behind to choke on my gas Ginger ale, juggle, Gen Pop, pockets intact Prime king in the booth I got it like that But wait, audible react Don't get caught in the trap Real recognize real And see it's part of the act I break hearts, surround sound With the sermon I spit And leave behind a trail of permanent drips In a room full of douchebags burning their lips And bugging out about the right amount of water to mix The freebase specialist, I dug him a ditch Struggling with that addiction's a son of a b**h, f**o I'll give you something to fix, get sober You'll understand when you're older The rap Al Bundy got the handicapped bo*er Hot breath and the ice cold shoulder So, give me room so my set can breathe I'm from the Up East, plus I got connects in Queens So how you want it? Bent, skeed or straight blunted My rap good like Deer Park in your stomach [Verse 5: Machine] Incredible Hulk, flash the villainous smile He trying to stay young, he's never going out of style Fresh to d**h like the corpse out the morgue The new slang stay stiff, pause No shirt when he record Stay zoned, known to kick rap through payphones Mighty Healthy set the tones Spread the wealth through fly poems Well known rap flesh Keep it tight like close homies And never known to flip like a Solid Gold Cody Known to keep it scummy like a Sunday at Jones Beach Known to keep it bummy like a Sunday at Centre Street Known for having fun, blacking out, that's the motto @toechamp, twitter game you should follow US Weekly with the centerfold A thousand tapes pressed up A thousand tapes sold Kids screaming out, "when the mixtape coming?" Streets is fiend out, yo, they really need something Understood, no matter what Shine like the sun Remember one thing ? rap and number one