Action Bronson
Action Bronson - The Symbol songtekst
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Fuck it, throw it up on the floor shit Get the cleaning lady My bad! hey yo! In only one considered as a veteran Top of the line, the whip look like tropical line ... locked by the spine Doing a murder seven thirty, then they fly at night Shit! Head spring, head twisted to the buick You say you're doing shit but never do it? I say I'm doing shit and I do it Never going back to work... Huh, vultures flying over the cock As bitches blowing on my dick like aÂ… Throw some grass up, aim a little east of the target My brain was sculptured inÂ… Never mention all the crime up in the part of, never! Serve like eva... up in the rental The cheese has been assembled They receiving help benefits and dental The land was laced with... Right foot touched the pedal! Chorus: From now one I just assemble Hundred dollar drugs smoke at the window Paper plates, I never had a license Could always cash, we're smoking spices Tripple lindsey out the g, landing to a splint Get up in the spin, doggie, I'm the shit! You're staying broke, like morty with a hit Huh, catch me on morty with my bitch Fuck with me! The wit gymnast jump out the current to the river The splash on the dime Straightforward money cash on the side ... I want that bastard alive My bitches asses like an apple You see me looking stunning Your boy is I'll with the finest Is garry painting at the pill for the sonics? You're still an artist, and to be brutally honest Your shit is garbage! Dog up in a... my shoes are still alive From late victoria, fuck the... in the corridor I gamble aura up, hoes that drag me in the foreign truck One is riding me, the other one is rolling up Pray the signs they don't pull me over If they do, then the fun is over ... mother fuckers been a musket holders Just raggle cheese on top of me, you let it crushed over! Chorus: From now one I just assemble Hundred dollar drugs smoke at the window Paper plates, I never had a license Could always cash, we're smoking spices Tripple lindsey out the g, landing to a splint Get up in the spin, doggie, I'm the shit! You're staying broke, like morty with a hit Huh, catch me on morty with my bitch Fuck with me!