Action Bronson, The Alchemist - Fiends Jean Jacket lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, The Alchemist - Fiends Jean Jacket lyrics]
I make the bread like my grandmother
Ran numbers, tan butters, shooters
Hustlers and gram cutters
Silk short, three-quarter V cream
Sing a sad song it's the corner fiend theme
Jean jacket bleach white, peach tight
Clean Nikes
Three strikes trynna reach heights
Shorty make a mean rice, dress nice
Live esteem lives
Suede foot push a green five
Smoke the medicine got some family on the
Run like Terry Pendleton braveheart shit
You fuck around end up in the graveyard dick
While you see me sipping whiskey
In a stage car kid
Yeah, pump Reebok, game like Vlade Divac
TonI Kukoc, I'm 'bout to cop a few boats
Orange juice, toast
Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
Smoke the?, bitch
I want the marble to the door
Linen to the ankle
Basket woven loafs, hoes for sowing oats
The leather jacket with the waist belt
Money buried in the lake
Somebody pray for me for heaven's sake
I got the shorty drawing me a bath
I got the North American elk in the oven
It's behind the oven door
What more can I ask for right now but drugs?
Heavy body - Gerrit Badenhorst
Banana porsche manhattan lofts
I'm rugged but the fabric soft
Queens borough you can hear
Them letting hammers off
Overseas I'm David Hasselhoff
Airport to the whore spot
Whip the sport drop
Little dad got soul like the Four Tops
Hop out scoop your bitch like a shortstop
The Realest playing out the speakers
And the door knock
Fuck her throat 'til she vomit
Now she in the kitchen making omelets
Weed blue hair like Sonic
My kids' feet Louie Vutton-ed it
Shooting through the air like a comet
My father drinking gin and tonic
Cashmere a neck, beard red, deer head
When I speak it's to the
Point just like a spearhead
Dead bears lay on mahogany floors
Tables in glass, nowadays I'm asian in math
Pussy
I want the marble to the door
Linen to the ankle
Basket woven loafs, hoes for sowing oats
The leather jacket with the waist belt
Money buried in the lake
Somebody pray for me for heaven's sake
Ran numbers, tan butters, shooters
Hustlers and gram cutters
Silk short, three-quarter V cream
Sing a sad song it's the corner fiend theme
Jean jacket bleach white, peach tight
Clean Nikes
Three strikes trynna reach heights
Shorty make a mean rice, dress nice
Live esteem lives
Suede foot push a green five
Smoke the medicine got some family on the
Run like Terry Pendleton braveheart shit
You fuck around end up in the graveyard dick
While you see me sipping whiskey
In a stage car kid
Yeah, pump Reebok, game like Vlade Divac
TonI Kukoc, I'm 'bout to cop a few boats
Orange juice, toast
Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
Smoke the?, bitch
I want the marble to the door
Linen to the ankle
Basket woven loafs, hoes for sowing oats
The leather jacket with the waist belt
Money buried in the lake
Somebody pray for me for heaven's sake
I got the shorty drawing me a bath
I got the North American elk in the oven
It's behind the oven door
What more can I ask for right now but drugs?
Heavy body - Gerrit Badenhorst
Banana porsche manhattan lofts
I'm rugged but the fabric soft
Queens borough you can hear
Them letting hammers off
Overseas I'm David Hasselhoff
Airport to the whore spot
Whip the sport drop
Little dad got soul like the Four Tops
Hop out scoop your bitch like a shortstop
The Realest playing out the speakers
And the door knock
Fuck her throat 'til she vomit
Now she in the kitchen making omelets
Weed blue hair like Sonic
My kids' feet Louie Vutton-ed it
Shooting through the air like a comet
My father drinking gin and tonic
Cashmere a neck, beard red, deer head
When I speak it's to the
Point just like a spearhead
Dead bears lay on mahogany floors
Tables in glass, nowadays I'm asian in math
Pussy
I want the marble to the door
Linen to the ankle
Basket woven loafs, hoes for sowing oats
The leather jacket with the waist belt
Money buried in the lake
Somebody pray for me for heaven's sake