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action bronson - thug love story 2012 lyrics

[verse 1:]
she had the sweetest scent i ever smelt, that woman
have
skin would glisten like reflections off the bluest jag
she had a jewish dad and a jamaican maid
started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers
and selling the p-ssy for paper to play
crusty feet like she hiked for days and live in the
mountains
at the pub she p-ss in the fountain sh-t on the
michigan towers
she quick to split
she loves some d-ck in her bowels
dabble in crystal, polish the pistol powder her
sniffles with flour
straight flieshman
in the private part of her p-ssy pocket
random p-ssy farting
sold at the hookers auction
left as a crooked orphan
wrapped in the sports section
box score, fake black rubber c-ck in the top drawer but

make this f-cking b-tch sit in vinegar
apple cider baths
sit in the vinegar
bonrsolino
ps

[verse 2:]
so many unfamiliar faces that have come and gun
your a constant f-cked you in the school closet
we were young then experimental periods
laid a towel cause i f-cked you on your period
stole my mothers car crashed it by the burger king
young blood but we thought it was eternity
raw s-x never thought about paternity
but now this c-nt is trying murder me
abusing me physically and verbally
said my d-ck was too small
i went and got the surgery just to show it off
this ain’t real sh-t baby i’m just going off
clear the mind f-ck it so i wrote a song
night life i’m destined for the bright lights
knife fights at the bar with some white dyk-s
she hold me down break a bottle on the b-tch head
25 out the p-ssy and it’s mislead
we always end up in the situation
she throwing diapers out the window at me
called the cops said i be the face
beat the case now i shiver at her sweet embrace
sucking like a vacuum
like a smack spoon
bubble b-tt thicker then the double dutch
in the family tied up and bubble f-ck

[verse 3:]
cold tard and i mean it
i thought we grow to be old farts in phoenix
well now you see me low scarves and a ski knit
but i’ve been here since the beginning like a prefix
but i’m a to do what i gotta do
trying to make this french dough like a pâte à choux
over your head after s-x shorty hold me in bed
smoking ethiopian red
the son goes a single teardrop fallopians bled
nowadays you catch the hooker sniffing c-ke in the shed
it’s a d-mn shame i’m just chilling eating lamb brain
i keep the weiner on display for the campaign

i’m just doing what i had to do
drop me in the ground but i’m not going
to the top till i fall just like owen
heartbreak drowned sorrows in a love state

- action bronson lyrics

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