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action bronson - falconry lyrics

[produced by the alchemist]

[intro: action bronson]
yo p-ss me the ball fool
you better f-ckin’ pick me, ya
straight the f-ck up, i roof this sh-t
f-ckin’ 360 on this p-ssy
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll kick this motherf-cking ball over the fence
no shoes on

[verse 1 : action bronson]
i know you see me on the tv, lookin’ like a hunk of beef
when i smile your baby mama sh-t her dungarees
somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
but nah, dunny don’t get down like me
the falcon flies back to the glove when i whistle
don’t try to put me in the box like a tissue
cause i push you in the box with a pink suit
f-ck around and have some squid ink soup, b-tch
(ah man there’s so much f-ckin’ hash in this joint right now son)
uh, you ain’t a legend like yanni
i’m so queens like a roy wilkins t-shirt
with one arm shredded, and one arm missing
dog, i was born with allah’s vision
i learned quick i couldn’t follow suit
cause the devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
now i’m sittin’ in first cl-ss with a hard d-ck
listenin’ to german guitar riffs, what a life
i was made like the beginning of jur-ssic park
when they took the f-cking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle
then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983
i popped out holdin’ an iron with a visor on
yeah, uh huh
yo, the videos are like a jewish summer camp promo
your ideas lack adobo

[verse 2 : meyhem lauren]
yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
on the low like a whip without shocks
i bag b-tches in flocks
representative for everything official
ya’ll n-ggas can’t live, so it’s officially an issue
waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby
hammer in the hamper ‘case a n-gga try to thug me
i’m a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
treat the last record i broke just like a rival
uh, i’m new york before it turned into a bike lane
never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
it was written but i wrote it
put religion right on my neck and then i froze it
laurenovitch, yeah

[outro: big body bes]
3:36 in the morning
location: a drug infested area, brooklyn, new york
what am i doing? standing on an unidentified corner
with a latin individual, corn rows, foamposites;
all sorts of a felony in his waist
but who are you? she only loves me when i’m naked

- action bronson lyrics

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