Meyhem Lauren – Tourneau lyrics

[Intro]
AKA Laurenovichi
Uhh, yeah
Harry Fraud shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1]
Check it, yo
Flex professional, I'm athletic
Brown paper bags on deck, we pass credit
Only thing I'm swipin' is ya bitch, nigga
Uhh, cause you a motherfuckin' bitch, nigga
You're bad at life, it's what you deserve
I get it shakin' like a mixed drink about to get served
Breezin' through them good blocks, blastin' Half-A-Mil
Beneficial, you niggas isn't half as ill
Cashmere cranberry Louie V hat
Drops and (?) work gimme feedback
Uhh, let me know if I should re that, re that
I know you motherfuckers need that
Smooth with it, my team was right off the block
You know the crew with it, now we settin' up shop
My niggas blew with it, now we up at the top
Uhh, what the fuck you forgot? It's Lauren

[Verse 2]
Yo, I rather cop a Portuguese then support a skeezer
When it comes to trickin' on bitches, I'm Ebenezer
Flyest that you ever seen, tryin' to get forever cream
I'll get you shot by some little nigga sippin' lean
Winter green Carhartt hoodie with the chains out
'Bout to come back to New York and etch ya names out
Uptown, playin' dominoes at La Marina
Same day, building with the Gods in Medina
Washingtons take flight on a late night
We gettin' cake right, what the fuck is date night?
Fatigued out, but I'm well rested
Desert storm covered my form, peep how I dressed it
I'm obsessed with, classical ill shit, I live that
Brought new life to New York, my niggas did that
Eatin' tuna (?) above Toro
Timepiece straight from Tourneau, my niggas on, yo