Action Bronson, Big Body Bes, Meyhem Lauren - Falconry lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Big Body Bes [Besnik E. Sadikay] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Big Body Bes, Meyhem Lauren - Falconry lyrics]
Yo pass me the ball fool
You better fuckin' pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on this pussy
I don't give a fuck
I'll kick this motherfucking ball
Over the fence no shoes on
I know you see me on the TV
Lookin' like a hunk of beef
When I smile your baby
Mama shit her dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down like me
The falcon flies back to the
Glove when I whistle
Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup
Bitch (Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash
In this joint right now son)
Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni
I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, I was born with Allah's vision
I learned quick I couldn't follow suit
Cause the Devil put the pork
Inside the dollar soup
Now I'm sittin' in first class
With a hard dick
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the
Beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking blood from
The mosquito with a dope needle
Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh yo, the videos are like a
Jewish summer camp promo
Your ideas lack Adobo
Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
On the low like a whip without shocks
I bag bitches in flocks
Representative for everything official (yeah)
Y'all niggas can't live
So it's officially an issue (Never)
Waterproof penmanship
(Uh) , padded on a rugby (Uh)
Hammer in the hamper 'case a
Nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke
Just like a rival uh, I'm New York before it
Turned into a bike lane (Tell 'em)
Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
(Woo) it was written but I wrote it
Put religion right on my neck
And then I froze it laurenovitch, yeah
3: 36 in the morning
Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn
New York what am I doing? Standing
On an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows
Foamposites
All sorts of a felony in his waist
But who are you? She only
Loves me when I'm naked
You better fuckin' pick me, ya
Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on this pussy
I don't give a fuck
I'll kick this motherfucking ball
Over the fence no shoes on
I know you see me on the TV
Lookin' like a hunk of beef
When I smile your baby
Mama shit her dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down like me
The falcon flies back to the
Glove when I whistle
Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup
Bitch (Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash
In this joint right now son)
Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni
I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, I was born with Allah's vision
I learned quick I couldn't follow suit
Cause the Devil put the pork
Inside the dollar soup
Now I'm sittin' in first class
With a hard dick
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made like the
Beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking blood from
The mosquito with a dope needle
Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh yo, the videos are like a
Jewish summer camp promo
Your ideas lack Adobo
Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks
On the low like a whip without shocks
I bag bitches in flocks
Representative for everything official (yeah)
Y'all niggas can't live
So it's officially an issue (Never)
Waterproof penmanship
(Uh) , padded on a rugby (Uh)
Hammer in the hamper 'case a
Nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke
Just like a rival uh, I'm New York before it
Turned into a bike lane (Tell 'em)
Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane
(Woo) it was written but I wrote it
Put religion right on my neck
And then I froze it laurenovitch, yeah
3: 36 in the morning
Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn
New York what am I doing? Standing
On an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows
Foamposites
All sorts of a felony in his waist
But who are you? She only
Loves me when I'm naked