Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Silk, artist - Action Bronson. Album song Well Done, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2011
Record label: Dcide
Song language: English
White Silk |
I smoke drugs as if it’s cigarettes, Popping like a giga pet |
See my silhouette, right behind me bitches pirouette |
That’s a dance move, it’s origin is French |
I’m chilling in the park with several warrants on the bench |
Suspended license, Over four years, that’s three cars after |
Cause I’m like a mush, everything is a disaster |
Put 'em in the bathroom, cause that’ll be the answer |
Let 'em know I’m sick and every flow is like a cancer |
Catch a rooster, cut his fucking nuts off |
Serve 'em for a hundred dollars, sesame and plum sauce |
Try to dip the bill, the Mexicans’ll let the guns off |
Or cut you with a pleasure similar to getting nuts off |
Your whore told me that your putz soft |
Plus she caught you in the basement with a tranny getting sucked off |
Wheres your morals? |
Your genitals are floral |
Like it in the back just like a fucking epidural |
Me, I’m like a caveman, raised from out the mountains |
Oriental bathhouses, laying on the couches |
Cop a rub-and-tug until I’m spraying like a fountain |
Take a hundred out my pocket, lay it on the counter |
Peace, arrivederci, bouncing towards the exit |
Asian lady crying because I left her fucking legs split |
Dookie blunt of regs 'til I’m pookie in the face |
Queens, the kid’s a star like a Mookie on the base |
The flows water, like rafting on the Congo |
Take a hit of drugs and I’m passing like I’m Rondo |
Motherfuckers sweeter than when Omar kisses 'Naldo |
Get it straight sick, so I simmer up the caldo, de pollo |
Look in my eyes you know I’m royal |
Hustle up some money like Sidney and Billy Hoyle |
Puerto Rican shorty, features like she’s Rosie |
Titties like a motherfucking pocket full of posies |
Uh |
Elevator, just take me to the top please |
Rocking all white silk, whipping drop V’s |
Elevator, just take me to the top please |
Rocking all white silk, whipping drop V’s |
Bronson speaking: |
Yeah, I wanna be rocking all white silk, on the beach |
In the moonlight, with my Nubian queen |
Yeah I said it, I love you |
Obama copped me the sandwich, I dipped the cops like I’m Sanders |
For minor work, get your momma murked, napkin covered designer shirts |
Cause we eating like some animals to say the least |
Bronsolin' bust a nut right in your favorite niece |
Smoke in my lungs when I’m driving on the FDR |
Steering with my knees, and I’m rolling, almost wrecked the car |
Squatting twelve plates, all I do is set the bar |
Call your father, your a doula coulda stacked the bar |
Making dough, baking bread just like the French |
Hustle until we’re living right, sleeping on the benches |
Swinging for the fences, helicopter chauffeur |
Cyclops catch you with the lasers and the lenses |
Arnold Palmer on the graphic in the beverage |
Everything I do myself, I’m using that for leverage |
About to rape the game 'til this motherfucker hemorrhage |
Moat around the crib and garages full of Benzes |
Uh |
Elevator, just take me to the top please |
Rocking all white silk, whipping drop V’s |
Elevator, just take me to the top please |
Rocking all white silk, whipping drop V’s |
Bronson speaking: |
Yo shouts to the Lord man |
Get seared up like fucking salmon |
Uh |
Bronsolino, Statik Selektah |
Queens to Boston |
Puss |