Steamed Monkfish

Lyrics
[Intro] Bring the screamin' lady back We love her.. yo (La musica de Harry Fraud) [Verse] Uh Keep it a hunnid like a studious Asian, persuasion Got us baggin' grams OT up in the Days Inn The blocks Cajun, we get caged in if they caved in The motherfuckers that you scared of, my people made them We made men Silk coordinates, we often ordered fish in (?) (?) like (?), I told you this Associates be killers and crime lords that grind broads We design laws, y'all niggas shine swords Uh, back at it on the real though (real though) Uh, my niggas still gettin' that real dough Low profile, just let the dough pile We move in style, gracious My circle's exempt from new faces Keep spaces, drink cases of good shit, we hood rich Tryin' to get real rich like niggas who steal bricks Conceal clips under our dicks and move gracefully Seasoning drippin' off of my style, I dress tastefully Steamed monkfish wrapped in banana leaves Your wave looks like a splash, I'm in the canopies Keep green vacuum sealed like a can of peas You could fry supersized coriander seeds New Jordans, fly shit, further more I only rock a number somebody got murdered for I guess I'm dress to kill, posted in (?) Screw face, whip the de Ville Lookin' like silk, silk drippin' off my person Practice excellence by myself like I'm rehearsin' Thug drug surgeon, give a face lift Then (?), peep how this ape spit You'll get ya face split fuckin' with Mey clique, they spray quick Rolex-es, roll Lexus, hold Hecklers Gold necklace, so reckless Blow specialist, nigga, that's me fam Doin' hand to hand while I'm lookin' at C-SPAN Never been a slave, dog, me, I'm a free man Before I get a job, I'ma sell you a g-ram My p (?) preciseness, politickin' prices Catch me out in Queens, my neck's covered with ices (Uh) I'm 24-karat, your style is dipped in rhodium I can't affili with the fake, I'm at the podium Fluently maneuver with grace while speakin' opium Order 12 bottles right now and then we open 'em Happy Thanksgiving, beloved, my speech rugged Reppin' for the city I'm from, never above it Cash, cake, jewels and such is all knowledge Catch me gettin' polished, countin' dollars, eatin' mollusc
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Credits
- Writers
- Meyhem Lauren
- Harry Fraud