Action Bronson

Action Bronson - Drug Shit songtekst

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[Verse 1]

Straight from the depths of Queens

Leave you sleepin' on the mezzanine

Like you Lincoln, and switch into a desert scene

Often heard, but this motherfucker seldom seen

I'm throwin' blows while you're waitin' for the bell to ring

Drug smokin', razors make the pasta sweet

Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet

Stay lean like some motherfuckin' ostrich meat

You full of shit, it's time to get a colonoscopy

Scissor kicks, dick's up for Miss Elizabeth

Lex Luger arms, four in the morning in the dark with the computer on

Waste of my time – my thoughts are patient... replaced in my mind

Born to shine like the eyes on a cat

Same cat fuck around, put the knife in your back

'Cause it's nothin', we live and let die and roam the land

And you bluffin', you lifted the cards and showed your hand, pussy

Tailor-made rubber, rubber made reliable

Never spill the soup, rock a linen suit

Play the streets like the ball court, spin and shoot

Strong as Popeye, dippin' in a spinach Coupe

Pull my nuts out your mouth, let me breathe for a minute, please

Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines

About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens

You on the shelf like a figurine

Drugs infestin' my mind, but I'm destined to shine

Spit the shit to keep these motherfuckers pressin' rewind

Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine

Live divine, free the bonds – lead the blind, read the signs

Hands up like you steppin' in the party

Now you gettin' robbed, motherfucker, with the shotty

Said you pottied – make your body do an ollie

Then dig your shorty out 'cause I geeked her up on molly

Have her eatin' dick, no need for seasoning

If seven dudes are in the room, then she's pleasin' 'em

Like a tropper, hit her in the pooper

Throw her in the shower then I take her out to LUPA

I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky

Put 'em in the shower, make the pussy brand-new

Ran through, giver her money's what I can't do

Stuff her lunch box and burn her with a candle

Consensual rate, vinegar solutions

Animal abusin', down with revolutions

Don't get pissed off, fuck around, rip your tits off

Still gettin' head even if my dick soft

Risin' quick, no Fleischmann's

I'm in the end zone with one leg up, posin' like Heisman

Throw it like Das Man – suede foot

With the village leader, smokin' a pipe with seven wise men

I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table

Let 'em know I'm hungry, Polo on the Rugby

The .44 long, surely got a trusty hove

Tryna live American dreams, dusty roads, yeah... 


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