Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug Love Story 2012, artist - Action Bronson. Album song Blue Chips 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: ABC
Song language: English
Thug Love Story 2012 |
| She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt, that woman have |
| Skin would glisten like reflections off the bluest jag |
| She had a Jewish dad and a Jamaican maid |
| Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers |
| And selling the pussy for paper to play |
| Crusty feet like she hiked for days and live in the mountains |
| At the pub she piss in the fountain shit on the Michigan towers |
| She quick to split |
| She loves some dick in her bowels |
| Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol powder her sniffles with flour |
| Straight flieshman |
| In the private part of her pussy pocket |
| Random pussy farting |
| Sold at the hookers auction |
| Left as a crooked orphan |
| Wrapped in the sports section |
| Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer but |
| Make this fucking bitch sit in vinegar |
| Apple cider baths |
| Sit in the vinegar |
| Bonrsolino |
| PS |
| So many unfamiliar faces that have come and gun |
| Your a constant fucked you in the school closet |
| We were young then experimental periods |
| Laid a towel cause I fucked you on your period |
| Stole my mothers car crashed it by the burger king |
| Young blood but we thought it was eternity |
| Raw sex never thought about paternity |
| But now this cunt is trying murder me |
| Abusing me physically and verbally |
| Said my dick was too small |
| I went and got the surgery just to show it off |
| This ain’t real shit baby I’m just going off |
| Clear the mind fuck it so I wrote a song |
| Night life I’m destined for the bright lights |
| Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes |
| She hold me down break a bottle on the bitch head |
| 25 out the pussy and it’s mislead |
| We always end up in the situation |
| She throwing diapers out the window at me |
| Called the cops said I be the face |
| Beat the case now I shiver at her sweet embrace |
| Sucking like a vacuum |
| Like a Smack spoon |
| Bubble butt thicker then the double dutch |
| In the family tied up and bubble fuck |
| Cold tard and I mean it |
| I thought we grow to be old farts in Phoenix |
| Well now you see me low scarves and a ski knit |
| But I’ve been here since the beginning like a prefix |
| But I’m a to do what I gotta do |
| Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux |
| Over your head after sex shorty hold me in bed |
| Smoking Ethiopian red |
| The son goes a single teardrop fallopians bled |
| Nowadays you catch the hooker Sniffing coke in the shed |
| It’s a damn shame I’m just chilling eating lamb brain |
| I keep the weiner on display for the campaign |
| I’m just doing what I had to do |
| Drop me in the ground but I’m not going |
| To the top till I fall just like Owen |
| Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a love state |