Action Bronson, Statik Selektah - Cirque du Soleil lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Statik Selektah - Cirque du Soleil lyrics]
One of the few dogs that pulled
Through the Mike Vick fia
Yo my fault man, my fault
One of the few dogs that pulled
Through the Mike Vick fiasco
Heart of a lion with the strength
Straight outta Glasgow
Pudzianowski, known to let the guns loose
Everybody smoking cigarettes in jump suit's
Kosovo to the basement of your building
Terrible dentistry, gold in every filling
Cut ‘em a deal bet they let
You bring the crills in no English
Kill mad kitchen knives concealed in
The staircase is where we earn the degree
The lawsuit's on the fine
Flesh feeding the fiend
Light Caesar-covered skull
Eyes are like the ocean blue
Stay fly, rock outfit's that’s emotional
Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket
Orange drugs if you’re reppin’
For the team clappin’
With the capillaries, big gun, Tackleberry
Tell the preacher at the chapel
Get the casket ready
Two seven’s hit the third one on the river
Chicken liver dinner have your
Jewish mother sitting shiva
‘Cause the kid was a putz
Hit the clutch, spin the tires ‘til
They smoke disappear into the dust, uh
Dive in the muff break the
Pussy like an Asian cookie
You the type to shave your face
To make your anus bushy
Tie a knot in your shirt
Right by your stomach
You make me wanna vomit
Steady getting blunted
The diesel sweet and sour, the blunt vanilla
Twist it to perfection, gentle hands
Still a guerrilla
I’m at the villa, ’97 D’elegance
The Pelican Brief
You rapping with irrelevance
Hard to kill, call me Mason Storm
Your basic elevate my skills to the
Type of shit that Gracie’s on
Omaplata, guard your nose, Haloti Ngata
Total knocker, seldom sipping Stoli Vodka
Making maneuvers for myself out
On a late night
The year been great right? Trying
To get the plate right
‘Cause I’m a hunter like a great white
And a performer, never stage fright
I’m outta Flushing, Queens
Shoot your gun if you love the smell of money
Love the taste of good weed
Vintage in your tummy
Love a bitch with good puss
Diggin’ in her bunny peace to gettin’ money
Peace to gettin’ money
Yeah, Flushing, Queens outdoorsmen shit
Yeah, Action Statik Selektah shit
Kill yourself now
Through the Mike Vick fia
Yo my fault man, my fault
One of the few dogs that pulled
Through the Mike Vick fiasco
Heart of a lion with the strength
Straight outta Glasgow
Pudzianowski, known to let the guns loose
Everybody smoking cigarettes in jump suit's
Kosovo to the basement of your building
Terrible dentistry, gold in every filling
Cut ‘em a deal bet they let
You bring the crills in no English
Kill mad kitchen knives concealed in
The staircase is where we earn the degree
The lawsuit's on the fine
Flesh feeding the fiend
Light Caesar-covered skull
Eyes are like the ocean blue
Stay fly, rock outfit's that’s emotional
Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket
Orange drugs if you’re reppin’
For the team clappin’
With the capillaries, big gun, Tackleberry
Tell the preacher at the chapel
Get the casket ready
Two seven’s hit the third one on the river
Chicken liver dinner have your
Jewish mother sitting shiva
‘Cause the kid was a putz
Hit the clutch, spin the tires ‘til
They smoke disappear into the dust, uh
Dive in the muff break the
Pussy like an Asian cookie
You the type to shave your face
To make your anus bushy
Tie a knot in your shirt
Right by your stomach
You make me wanna vomit
Steady getting blunted
The diesel sweet and sour, the blunt vanilla
Twist it to perfection, gentle hands
Still a guerrilla
I’m at the villa, ’97 D’elegance
The Pelican Brief
You rapping with irrelevance
Hard to kill, call me Mason Storm
Your basic elevate my skills to the
Type of shit that Gracie’s on
Omaplata, guard your nose, Haloti Ngata
Total knocker, seldom sipping Stoli Vodka
Making maneuvers for myself out
On a late night
The year been great right? Trying
To get the plate right
‘Cause I’m a hunter like a great white
And a performer, never stage fright
I’m outta Flushing, Queens
Shoot your gun if you love the smell of money
Love the taste of good weed
Vintage in your tummy
Love a bitch with good puss
Diggin’ in her bunny peace to gettin’ money
Peace to gettin’ money
Yeah, Flushing, Queens outdoorsmen shit
Yeah, Action Statik Selektah shit
Kill yourself now