Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ARROGANT AMERiCAN FREESTYLE, artist - Three Loco. Date of issue: 09.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ARROGANT AMERiCAN FREESTYLE |
| Throw your hands up |
| Throw your hands up |
| Let the pad Thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen |
| I’m serving fresh fucking parking lot Winn Dixie |
| I poured the melted hockey puck into the Dixie cup |
| Jump out the Heathcliff truck and then I hiccup |
| The Benz seat belt hotter than a patty melt |
| I spoke vivid vocabulary words to make sure I was felt |
| They didn’t feel me |
| Frostbite touch my earring |
| I wouldn’t let you near me |
| Fall back, you hard at hearing |
| I rock the stormtrooper shades just to evade you ace of spades |
| Just so you don’t evade my mental drapes |
| Just to ensure that we don’t make eye contact |
| Ask me to tag you in a photograph and I won’t call you back |
| What has Arkane do with random dudes |
| Think invisible clout in a digital console |
| Can blur the lines of unparalleled realms and abstract gold |
| I wouldn’t even let you watch me paper fold, you might taint my soul |
| I hate to use the word hate but I hate to procrastinate |
| I hate I had to elevate just to further separate from you cakes and fakes |
| You sponge soft heathen, don’t have no business breathing |
| I made forty grand last weekend, I was sleeveless |
| While you was sleeping ask your granny where the grilled cheese is |
| I pray for the Lord’s burberry blessings and resurrection |
| While you’re scrolling through the Instagram comment section |
| Yeah I valet the Coupe in Kuwait, I left the roof down for vape |
| FN on my waist |
| Yeah khaki commando, the Lambo on my lap |
| Who the fuck is RiFF RAFF? |
| Yeah I’m cocky when I rap |
| You should go to Planet Fitness 'cause you’re tacky and you’re fat |
| Your grey Hanes shirt sweat stain on the back |
| Mom pats your back and laughs when you running laps |
| Bought the burberry Bentley for the Prada parking space |
| You ain’t worth minimum wage, I can see it in your face |
| RiFF |
| Yeah baby |
| You can hear the piano, I’m Tony Soprano |
| And I’m not like Rambo when I’m wearing the camoflauge |
| It’s a mirage, butt fuck you in the garage |
| Underwater flows are magic |
| SCUBA stands for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus |
| Doing ayahuasca with merlins |
| I opened up the Persian curtains, it’s a whirlwind |
| Me and Donald Trump disagree on a lot of stuff |
| But we seem to get along at the taco truck |
| He was telling me some awful stories |
| I’m like «Bitch, pass the guacamole» |
| Uno, dos, three, six, I was never good at arithmetics |
| Me and RiFF RaFF taking acid trips |
| And we’re coming to your town, hide your chicks |
| Pedal to the metal in the Pontiac Buick Civic |
| Lucid dreams to pre-teens, who you kidding |
| Single man, I single handedly diminish |
| Dolly Parton, my French braids I ain’t finished |
| Still act tight though, right in the glory hole |
| Looking like a unicorn from Borneo |
| On the Maury Show, I had the episode |
| 5-MeO-DMT down in Mexico |
| My whole life been a series of bad decisions |
| Now I just pet dogs and laugh with children |
| At the strip club, I’m alone in the corner |
| I paid $ 300 bucks just to get a boner |
| Crying tears of Almond Joy, she smells like cocoa butter |
| Doing coke in a stolen Toyota Tundra |
| I read books on drugs, yeah I’m learning man |
| I fly a UFO right into Burning Man |
| I want deep intellectual conversations |
| You on Instagram looking at your notifications |
| Weak humans, you all need stimulation |
| I meditate naked on a lake in Jamaica |
| I quit weed so I could analyze my wet dreams |
| Life ain’t always what it seems |
| It ain’t always what it seems, nope |
| Ain’t always what it… uh-uh |