MANDEM versuri

Versuri Action Bronson & Harry Fraud – MANDEM lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah
It’s the motherfuckin’ doctor
Doctor Bak’
Doctor Baklava
You already know it’s me
Of course (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
There’s no way out, you took the payout (Nope)
Black Ferraris doing burnouts in front of Bernabéu (Skrrt)
With the grenade in my mouth
I’ma show you how it shakes out
And the chopper real slow on the way down (Timber, now)
A suitcase full of money so I can paint the town (Uh-huh)
Hammerhead, two hundred and eighty pounds (Uh)
Bitch, I don’t drive no motherfuckin’ Mercedes around (Hell no)
You know I’m in the Cherokee blasting Haitian music, baby, hate me now
Double headed blunt, Amеrican muscle (Uh)
I’m at every singlе Knick game off the mushrooms (Uh-huh)
Baklava like Pete Rose when I’m slidin’ through customs
Dollar van dropped me off Sufton (Right there)
From off the overpass right through your window, here’s a pumpkin (Ah)
Black and silver Nike high top Tim Duncans (Ah)
They found your pop’s finger in the box next to the munchkins (Ah)
My black magic leave your head shrunken, uh (Uh)
Poison forty gang members with empanadas (Yes)
With product from the super market costin’ just eleven dollars (Cheap motherfucker)
My left foot like James (James)
You know I’m in the Porsche, I’m makin’ cuts like Barry from the Niners (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I spar with champions, these scampy need a pantheon
Shorty say that I’m handsome (Yes, I am), bitch, I’m just mandem (Yes, I am)
Man, peta bread, lamb neck (All that)
The twenty-third century Hamlet (All that)
Bitch, I’m mandem (Mandem)

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Foliage in Sedona and now the trees match the mountains
Travel around the globe takin’ pictures next to fountains
Drop a couple racks and pick a number then we bouncin’
Never the type to freeload, was too low quarter and ouncin’
Quiet about endeavors but this jewelry box announcin’
Flyin’ and rockin’ leathers that the master’s mispronouncin’
Been lit for so long the light bill is seven digits
Sneaker head until I’m dead, but stick my foot in different lizards
Caviar textures for breakfast, we ain’t eatin’ chicken gizzards
Changed the tires on my Lexus, now this shit’s equipped for blizzards
We swam the seven seas, rice and peas, Lebanese
Ten degrees hotter than these other niggas, we from Queens
You can’t go where we go, it’s hurtin’ your ego
Now these niggas bitter like radicchio misto
I talk cash, speak bucks, never in a cheap tux
Often in the back of her throat like acid reflux
Been fly since the era you could smoke on a plane
Every link brolic, you can sniff coke on my chain

[Outro]
You have now entered Planet Frog
(Yeah, yeah)