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Текст песни Action Bronson - The Symbol слова, клип

26 октября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1390 RSS
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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 a…

Throw some grass up, aim a little east of the target

My brain was sculptured in…

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 ill 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!


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