MANDEM Lyrics – Action Bronson

Read the full MANDEM lyrics by Action Bronson from the album PLANET FROG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah
It’s the motherfu*king doctor
Doctor Bak’
Doctor Baklava
You already know it’s me
Of course

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
There’s no way out, you took the payout
(??) Ferraris doing burnouts in front of (??) out
With the grenade in my mouth

I’ma show you how it shakes out
And the chopper real slow on the way down
A suitcase full of money so I can paint the town
Hammerhead, two hundred and eighty pounds
B!tch, I don’t drive no motherfu*king Mercedes around
You know I’m in the Cherokee blasting Haitian music, baby, hate me now
Double headed blunt, American muscle
I’m (??) every singlе (??) off the mushrooms
Baklava like Petе Rose when I’m sliding through customs
(??) dropped me off (??)
From off the overpass right through your window, here’s a pumpkin
Black and silver Nike high top Tim Duncans
They found your (??) figure in a box next to the munchkins
My black magic leave your head shrunken, uh
Poison forty gang members with empanadas (Yes)
With product from the super market costing just eleven dollars (Cheap motherfu*ker)
My left foot like (??)
Know I’m in the Porsche making cuts like Barry (??)
I spar with champions (??) pantheon
Shorty say that I’m handsome, b!tch (??)
Man, peep the neck, lamb neck
The twenty-third century Hamlet
(??)

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]

(??) and now the trees match the mountains
Travel around the globe taking pictures next to fountains
Drop a couple racks and pick a number then we bouncing
Never the type to freeload (??) quarter and ouncing
Quiet about endeavors but this jewelry box announcing
Flying and rocking leathers that the master’s mispronouncing
Been lit for so long the light bill is seven digits
Sneakeerhead until I’m dead (??)
Caviar textures for breakfast, we ain’t eating chicken gizzards
Changed the tires on my Lexus, now this s*it’s equipped for blizzards
We swam the seven seas (??)
Ten degrees hotter than these other n!ggas (??)
Can’t go where we go, it’s hurting your ego
Now these n!ggas bitter like (??)
I talk cash, speak bucks, never in a cheap tux
Often in the back of a throat like acid reflux
(??) together, he can smoke on a plane
Every link brolic, you can sniff coke on my chain

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