The Symbol

Action Bronson

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    Yeah, fucking throw up on the floor shit
    Get the cleaning lady
    My bad! Hey yo!

    In only one year, considered as a veteran
    Top of the line, the whip look like tropical lime
    Off the boat, cousin, Glock by the spine
    Do a murder seven thirty, then they flying at nine
    Shit!
    Handspring half twist into the Buick

    You say you're doing shit but never do it
    I say I'm doing shit and then I do it
    Never going back to work in labor
    Fuck that your little chain, you better tuck that
    Uh, vultures flying over the carcass
    Bitches blowing on my dick like a cartridge
    Throw some grass up, aim a little east of the target
    My brain was sculpted at Harvard
    Never mention all the crime I been a part of

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    Serve like Ivan Lendl up in the rental
    The cheese been assembled
    They receiving health benefits and dental
    The lamb was laced with fennel
    Left hand then shift the right foot touched the pedal!
    From now on I'm just the symbol
    Hundred dollar drugs smoke at the window

    Paper plates, I never had a license
    Could always cash, we're smoking spices
    Triple lindsey out the Jeep, land into a splint
    Get up in the spin, doggie, I'm the shit!
    You're staying broke, like Maury with the hip
    Huh, catch me on Maury with my bitch
    Fuck with me!

    The whip gymnast
    Jump out the car into the river
    Don't splash on the dive
    Straightforward money, cash on the side
    If you catch him I want that bastard alive
    My bitch's ass is like an apple
    You bitches see me look astonished
    Your boy is ill with the phonics

    Since Gary Payton had the pill for the Sonics
    You're still a novice
    And to be brutally honest, your shit is garbage!
    Dog, I've been a scholar
    My shoes are still alive from Lake Victoria
    Fuck the order up, leave you stretched in the corridor

    I got my aura up, hoes that drive me in foreign truck (dykes)
    One is riding me, the other one is rolling up (weed)
    Pray to science they don't pull me over
    If they do, then the fun is over
    Whether young or older, motherfucker's been a musket holder
    Just sprinkle cheese on top of me, and let it get crusted over!
    Fuck with me!

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