Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Contemporary Man , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Blue Chips 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.04.2015
Record label: ABC
Song language: English
Contemporary Man |
| Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam |
| Let’s Go |
| Yeah, fuck the back talk |
| Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk |
| Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard |
| Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I’m Pistol Pete |
| You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek |
| Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps |
| Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek |
| Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I’m Mr. Cheeks |
| (Uhhhh, fly shit |
| Grown Man shit |
| Do it one more time, fuck it |
| I’m good to go) |
| Yo, I’m a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep |
| While her mother make soup with the cow feet |
| Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell |
| Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel |
| Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets |
| Spread bed on the feet |
| Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73 |
| Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh |
| Big Bird, Farrington alumnus |
| Mouth like a pussy, she gummed it |
| You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador |
| Then I order up a feast for four |
| If you see me in a leather, know it’s reaching the floor |
| Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah |
| Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap |
| Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that |
| Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked |
| If there’s chicken in the building, know I’m smothering that |
| This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot |
| Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot |
| In the Z3 bumping U2 |
| (Yo this Big Motherfucking Body, bitch) |
| Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup |
| Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck |
| Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled |
| Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters |
| I love Black girls boisterous |
| Shorty’s on the arm like a koi fish |
| On a Herbie White dude with the yellow fever |
| Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper |
| (Feel the beat…) |
| When our eyes first met was like the fourth day in July |
| When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you’d be mine |
| Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving |
| Six ducks in a wood burning oven |
| Georgia Southern, her alma mater |
| She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado |
| Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt |
| Fuck swag, got pizzazz |
| Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz |
| Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass |
| Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies |
| Next year catch me posing at the Tonys |
| Folding paper wilding at the OTB |
| Grow the money like a Cocha tree |
| American flags hang on walls that hide money |
| Put my arm through the Picasso |
| Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling |
| Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale |
| Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors |
| Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi |
| Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC |
| Randy Quaid with the turtleneck |
| Erma with the jungle juice, man feet |
| Beamer with the tan seats, |
| Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch |