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9-24-11

アーティスト:Action Bronson 

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Smoking fucking thanksgiving turkey bags man Surgical procedures Ben Johnson You already know Sign my name with the feather, tap dance under the full moon Smoke and drinking liquor for the fam' that left us too soon Just keep it truckin', searching all the nooks and crannies No English muffin, streets are filled with crooks and trannies Bam bam got a shooter like Lagassee Emerald green paper that I split up with my posse One hand driving, 3 gram smoking 2 fiend sucking, tea bag soaking Strength of a retard the drugs are even stronger Shorty loved the longitude, dealer bring a quarter through Over fishing make the snapper less affordable I hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that's rhetorical Like "do you want to have sex?", well bitch, it's obvious Her name was Jeta from the former Yugoslavia She grew a bush like a baby plant Still I ate it, just think of it as bucatin' and razor clams Smuggle cheeses in a baby bag And then I serve at a private tasting I got no time for wasting Just dick is placed in the slit no type of conversation And prime rib from LaFrieda carved at the bla bla bla bla Fuck, fucked my last word up cause I don't give a shit man I meant to say prime rib carved at the fucking carving station but yo Yo my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked Plus she wearing a wedding dress a special day She said she finally met a... Fuck Yo, my mind is locked up, my conscious rocked up In an alley with a fiend getting his cock sucked And she wearing a wedding dress,


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