Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Falconry , by - Action Bronson. Release date: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Falconry |
| Yo pass me the ball fool |
| You better fuckin' pick me, ya |
| Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit |
| Fuckin' 360 on this pussy |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| I’ll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence |
| No shoes on |
| I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef |
| When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees |
| Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me |
| But nah, dunny don’t get down like me |
| The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle |
| Don’t try to put me in the box like a tissue |
| Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit |
| Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch |
| (Ah man there’s so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son) |
| Uh, you ain’t a legend like Yanni |
| I’m so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt |
| With one arm shredded, and one arm missing |
| Dog, I was born with Allah’s vision |
| I learned quick I couldn’t follow suit |
| Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup |
| Now I’m sittin' in first class with a hard dick |
| Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life |
| I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park |
| When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle |
| Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 |
| I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on |
| Yeah, uh huh |
| Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo |
| Your ideas lack Adobo |
| Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks |
| On the low like a whip without shocks |
| I bag bitches in flocks |
| Representative for everything official |
| Ya’ll niggas can’t live, so it’s officially an issue |
| Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby |
| Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me |
| I’m a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival |
| Treat the last record I broke just like a rival |
| Uh, I’m New York before it turned into a bike lane |
| Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane |
| It was written but I wrote it |
| Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it |
| Laurenovitch, yeah |
| 3:36 in the morning |
| Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York |
| What am I doing? |
| Standing on an unidentified corner |
| With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites; |
| All sorts of a felony in his waist |
| But who are you? |
| She only loves me when I’m naked |