Lyrics Meal Blends (Fame Free) - Bronze Nazareth , Lil Fame
Oh
shit,
oh
shit
Ok,
shout
out
my
nigga
Laze
Shout
out
my
nigga
Fame,
ok
Brownsville
whutup!
Laze
whutup!
(Y'all
know
what
it
is,
Wisemen)
Danze,
(Wisemen)
Brooklyn
whutup!
Detroit,
yeah
Peace
Bronzeman,
Wisemen...
I
only
fuck
with
the
Greats!
OK,
Pick
your
own
poison
Pull
the
rolls
royce
in
Full
of
boysenberry
smoke
straight
out
the
oyster
Loiterer,
the
agitator,
organ
levitator
Pourin'
more
scorching
lines
I
orchestrate
a
crater
Cater
thought
for
food
neighbor,
digest
my
labor
Sooner
than
later
eatin'
gator
off
your
amphitheater
Wolfin',
whoopin'
groupie
bushes
like
a
carpet
beater
Harsh
to
meet
him
A
star,
excrete
bars
when
they
greet
him
It's
burning
season
Vermin
stirring
sermons
this
evening
Wheels
spin
Surgeon
urchin
earning
his
meal
blends
Hermits
with
weed
bins
Emergent,
come
the
see
the
kid
Lobsters
and
sea
fish,
a
mobster
in
secret
Radically
invasive
pro-jectiles,
you
leakin'
Life
liquid,
needle
deep,
my
scripture
might
lift
em
Jesus
Feet
victim,
bodied
him
for
Fame
Boy
I
never
missed
them,
your
target
too
low
to
lift
him
Sippin'
vixens
like
I
slip
open
a
Guinness
Soakin'
in
silk
smoke
out
in
Venice
Henny
shots
off
the
fences
'Til
the
tide
turn
Crimson
Wax
shatter
brain
business
May
the
fans
be
my
witness,
my
witness
Throw
it
on
the
grill
I'm
cookin
in
a
suit
Throw
it
on
the
grill
I'm
cookin
in
a
suit
Throw
it
on
the
grill
I'm
cookin
in
a
suit
Same
shit
that's
on
the
grill,
gave
me
leather
for
the
boot
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