5 Wagon

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren] Yeah... (La musica de Harry Fraud) [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Smack lames, Versace frames cover my iris Stay alert, never show my eyelids I'm the livest Provide bliss in baggies Pushing 5 wagons and Caddies See them banging chicks with fatties We them bitches baby daddies Probably, maybe Oh shit, it could be possible Y'all niggas couldn't see me I'm a young optical obstacle Gorilla bread, moving like a beast Looking phenomenal Hit 'em in they face with brakes, if not splash the abdominal You might have seen me in a cardigan rocking a monocle Grease my feet and leave the murder scene with every follicle Diabolical The drink is spiked with something soluble Keep it hood, y'all niggas talking good But then we follow through Think about it My niggas'll follow you then hollow you That's word to what I rep So show respect to what the dollar do Hear us rhyme and see us shine And then you'll see it's true You faggots blew a tranny and you never owned a vehicle Word... [Bridge: Action Bronson] (*coughs*) Yeah, I'm a fucking laid-back guy, man I don't know why everybody wants to fucking have a problem Guess when you going places man You know how that go [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Yo, yo Chopping wood, sweater smelling like the fireplace Look in a mirror, see a lion's face Whip spicy like a Cayenne You ain't tryna get this money, motherfucker Well I am Bitches from Thailand Get turned to moo goo gai pan Pumping voodoo, drinking Yoohoo Shawty put the poodle where she doo-doo You motherfuckers acting new-new Put you in a tutu Nobody even recognize the new you Yeah, cut your dick, made a pussy with it Bitch, I'm Ronnie Coleman, you a rookie with it Queens to Brooklyn, shit it Glenfiddich, neat Or rather unique down to my feet Linen shorts, set brown, stop right at the kneecap I love this, but I don't need rap Yo fuck your feedback And suck my dick to the haters That's why I whip the 5 wagon Gators all flavors, bitch