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action bronson - the symbol lyrics

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f-ck it, throw it up on the floor sh-t
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
sh-t!
head spring, head twisted to the buick
you say you’re doing sh-t but never do it?
i say i’m doing sh-t and i do it
never going back to work…
huh, vultures flying over the c-ck
as b-tches blowing on my d-ck like a…
throw some gr-ss 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 -ssembled
they receiving help benefits and dental
the land was laced with…
right foot touched the pedal!

chorus:
from now one i just -ssemble
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 sh-t!
you’re staying broke, like morty with a hit
huh, catch me on morty with my b-tch
f-ck 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 b-st-rd alive
my b-tches -sses 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 sh-t is garbage!
dog up in a… my shoes are still alive
from late victoria, f-ck 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 f-ckers been a musket holders
just raggle cheese on top of me, you let it crushed over!

chorus:
from now one i just -ssemble
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 sh-t!
you’re staying broke, like morty with a hit
huh, catch me on morty with my b-tch
f-ck with me!



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