Texty písní Action Bronson

Action Bronson

Keep Off the Grass

All these faking motherfuckers never true to they craft

My style it give you boost just like a shoe to that ass

Smoke the drug, got the the Krug and in the glass

Nice socks, switch foot, Asian hooker and she fluent in math

James Brown shoes, the H-town groove

Big body slide through it like the Greyhound move

Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby, you ain't that smooth

You want a sucker and I ain't that dude

I'm 'bout the money

Know when you hear me always hit you with the raw rhythm

You look confused and out of focus; autism

Ain't no developmental problems on this, I kid

Just big whips and chicks with big lips and thick thighs

My people flip pies, and quick to flick knives

Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive

Paint a struggle how my motherfucking clique rides

Quit babysitting hit this spliff before the shit dies

Bitch

I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet

One wish is, get rich before I kick the bucket

Know that Bronson's eating supper

Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers

Weed inside the Mason jar, leaning like racing car

Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed

Blunt of regs, and some lead turn the gutter red

7-40 ? snitches, with butter left

11 dollars worth of bounty on your brothers head

You know the scent YSL and some good smoke

I'm on the top she on the bottom like footnote

Jet head cover my head

New Yorker born and raised, so I'm repping 'til I'm dead

Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world

Live in my borough

Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother

Swept her feet probably laid her on the blueish cover

Now I'm here see me fresher than the newest summer

Fuck, faggot, pussy