Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rising, artist - Action Bronson. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Rising |
| Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it |
| And then I ordered it |
| Don’t say a word to me |
| You already committed perjury |
| A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don’t play that |
| You know better, you better save that |
| Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by your professional |
| Strictly business, nothin' sexual |
| Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional |
| You ain’t think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles |
| I’m from a dirty borough where that Sun don’t come out |
| But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs |
| Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent |
| To that S600 in amazement |
| My time gon' come, I’m headed to the top |
| Like I never wore makeup, and I’m ready for the spotlight |
| You know I got my hoodie on, and it’s such a hot night |
| Shit I’m straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it’s prom night |
| This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain |
| With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain |
| Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed |
| Different, different colored linens on my leg |
| My mother said I better win or else she’ll fuck me up |
| Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut |
| Since I was young I had the husky gut |
| But I’m gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist |
| Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart |
| Bitch this is fine art, I gets my shine on |
| You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on |
| You drive a Scion, you ain’t ridin', dog |
| Me, I’m cell built, grab your chest |
| Still get hit with right hands from left field |
| My life is a kaleidoscope |
| She makes me feel just like I’m high on dope |
| I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down |
| You should have been known who the fuck this was, just by my fuckin' tongue. |
| Big fuckin' Body Bes. |
| You know I’m all over everything now. |
| You know me, |
| you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope, out here gettin' filthy cause |
| you know I got that ooh woo woo. |
| You know me, I go home and change up. |
| I get fresh to fight. |
| Just caught a new fuckin' case. |
| But it’s alright though, |
| I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer. |
| He told me, «Don't even worry about |
| that shit, Body. |
| I’ll make that go away. |
| Now what’s for lunch?"I told him, |
| don’t worry, I got the hookup. |
| Anything you want. |
| Crown Fried on me, |
| 1 through 6 only. |
| I know your type though, the type of mothafucka wear a three |
| piece suit to go to court, shook to death and you there for smokin' weed. |
| Piece of shit, get the fuck outta here |