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lirik lagu johnny salami - meat the real me

[intro]
“yeah, step up to the counter, baby…
this ain’t no oscar mayer flex — this here’s premium cut
you ain’t just meeting a man…
you ’bout to meat the real me.”

[verse 1]
laid back smooth, got that deli~case shine
wrapped in silk words, every bar’s divine
her man bland — i’m seasoned, aged like wine
she saw my salami, said, “is this a sign?”

baloney bravado, i talk my cheese
ain’t swiss with the game — no holes, just ease
she melt like provolone when i tease
left him on read while i’m spreadin’ my please

i’m that footlong fury with a bronx~made swing
gold chain dangle while the cold cuts cling
she say, “are you serious?” i say, “i zing.”
pastrami passion — make a diva wanna sing

i’m rare roast smooth, no cap, just heat
got brisket bravado, no processed meat
slide through her kitchen with the rhythm on beat
now she call me “butcher” — the way i lay this treat
[hook]
they say he got flavor, baby — that’s real
cut from a cloth they can’t vacuum~seal
a little bit greasy, a whole lotta feel
a smooth~tongued savage with that bronx appeal

meat the real me — no filter, no mask
cold~cut charm in a gold~plated flask
i slice through the fake with every task
servin’ up truth with a salami~sl!ck ask

[verse 2]
i’m the type she crave when the lights go down
olive loaf lines got her lost in my sound
chopped it up once, now she always around
said her man’s dry — i’m deli~fresh, renowned

tongue like mortadella, smooth and rich
she like how i spread game with a switch
no need for a label or a hollywood pitch
i bag more flavor than a midnight snitch

pulled pork energy — that slow~cooked love
she addicted like it’s truffle in her glove
sl!ck talk sl!cker than a dove in a shove
now she tweetin’ quotes from the kid like a shove
from valrico with a boogie~down curve
they line up for taste — i just serve
every verse marinated, no swerve in the nerve
even haters catch feelings they don’t deserve

[hook]
they say he got flavor, baby — that’s real
cut from a cloth they can’t vacuum~seal
a little bit greasy, a whole lotta feel
a smooth~tongued savage with that bronx appeal

meat the real me — no filter, no mask
cold~cut charm in a gold~plated flask
i slice through the fake with every task
servin’ up truth with a salami~sl!ck ask

[verse 3]
turkey in the booth — cold when i spit
but i bring heat like a deli~boy kit
sl!ck with the lingo, i don’t ever quit
catch me on the rye — stacked bars that hit

i flirt with a smirk and a low~cut beat
bologna lines slide, they salty and sweet
she say i’m the snack that she love to repeat
now she texting hearts and deli~cut meat
legend in the city where the grease got gold
got a wrap game that don’t fit the mold
every slice smooth, every message bold
told her “bite slow” — it’s better when it’s cold

smooth criminal with that kosher grin
i’m a classic cut in a world full of tin
even the vegans say, “this boy’s a win,”
’cause my game age well like a peppercorn gin

[hook]
they say he got flavor, baby — that’s real
cut from a cloth they can’t vacuum~seal
a little bit greasy, a whole lotta feel
a smooth~tongued savage with that bronx appeal

meat the real me — no filter, no mask
cold~cut charm in a gold~plated flask
i slice through the fake with every task
servin’ up truth with a salami~sl!ck ask

[outro]
so next time you see me walkin’ past with that deli drip
just know: i ain’t a snack… i’m the whole cold cut trip

- lirik lagu johnny salami

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