Texty písní Action Bronson

Action Bronson

Seven Series Triplets

Uh-huh, yeah, yo

Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart

Love is a privilege and you better play your part

Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath

Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps

Wishing you were a boy again

Late night stand on the roof, smoke a newp

Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose

Three different colors on the goose with the boots

Maryland College basketball suits

I drive the 525i made in '95

Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze

Right arm hang out the window while I steer left

Near death, slam into a deer's chest

Lights out for a second, but I'm back

Hopped up like a karate master

Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin

Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it, Queens

Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in

Head shots real precise like a surgeon

I see your heart beating out your shirt, nervous

Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in

Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet

This nigga done got so scared he took a shit

Then I swerved in some low key wheels

And go about my business like it never happened, chill

For reals, pop a couple pills, cup a drink

Come to think about it I feels like turning up the rap ignorant loud

Like this weed that i smoke make a thick yellow cloud

Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay

I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy

You could only imagine but you could never fathom my intelligence

I get at em

Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all?

Word up man, pledge allegiance man

I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be suing niggas

You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas

And my money uncollected and I'm stepping

Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon

Hungry and angry and I'm savagery

But still mow your majesty

Wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it

And I'm gon' keep you rich so chill

Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots

Death is our game plan, new playing bullets come in spray cans

Write graffiti all on your vest

Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy he the best of it

Put it right there you get a check, slang prostitution

It's prohibition when we move shit

This is what some niggas suggest

I suggest war and clout

The fake niggas they could move out

Take no chance you never know y'all.

For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies

You sit around this, you sit around the best

With gold forks and all that, word up

Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come.

You know what it is man, it's automatic.