Thug Love Story 2012

Action Bronson

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    [Verse 1:]
    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

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    [Verse 2:]
    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

    [Verse 3:]
    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

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