Action Bronson - Growin Up lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Growin Up lyrics]
Spark a seance
Niggas moving packs like crayon
Delicate ray on tap while he
Gently put the spray on
Turn to Tommy was the ID
When i caught the robbery
No more playing lobbies smuggle
Drugs in bitches bodies
Elegance on the mic corruption
Chaos man of Steel
The triple goose that we know
Foie gras with every meal
A glass of red glass of white glass of pink
6 niggas one bitch and
Everybody smash and stink
Grab her neck, punch her back
Nut one in her shoe
We all went sushi style hoping
We don’t catch that flu
Storm the point and overturn thats
How this bastard do
Believe in science fuck God ill
Kill the pastor too while eating pasta dude
Low level prostitute
For money big guns this
Motherfucker gots to shoot
Marinated for a week, roasted lamb legs
Its Queens nigga the herb smoke is a mandate
Red roses, brown leathers, and black guns
The green money and beige crack attract bums
Fiends fighting for that last wibble
Left on the floor
Keeps me dipping in my sock in
The back of the store
Flying niggas from overseas to do the hit
Back on the plane the same day movie shit
Got the word they tried to
Hit me over petty matters
Next scene catch me swinging
From the helli ladder
Empty your magazines, shotguns, and rocket
Launchers, hand grenades, handguns
And fire torches
Off the boat Albanians the one to trust
He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us
Take a twisted ride with me through
The eyes of a goon
Pussy bring your man with you
Sending 2 to the tomb
Niggas moving packs like crayon
Delicate ray on tap while he
Gently put the spray on
Turn to Tommy was the ID
When i caught the robbery
No more playing lobbies smuggle
Drugs in bitches bodies
Elegance on the mic corruption
Chaos man of Steel
The triple goose that we know
Foie gras with every meal
A glass of red glass of white glass of pink
6 niggas one bitch and
Everybody smash and stink
Grab her neck, punch her back
Nut one in her shoe
We all went sushi style hoping
We don’t catch that flu
Storm the point and overturn thats
How this bastard do
Believe in science fuck God ill
Kill the pastor too while eating pasta dude
Low level prostitute
For money big guns this
Motherfucker gots to shoot
Marinated for a week, roasted lamb legs
Its Queens nigga the herb smoke is a mandate
Red roses, brown leathers, and black guns
The green money and beige crack attract bums
Fiends fighting for that last wibble
Left on the floor
Keeps me dipping in my sock in
The back of the store
Flying niggas from overseas to do the hit
Back on the plane the same day movie shit
Got the word they tried to
Hit me over petty matters
Next scene catch me swinging
From the helli ladder
Empty your magazines, shotguns, and rocket
Launchers, hand grenades, handguns
And fire torches
Off the boat Albanians the one to trust
He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us
Take a twisted ride with me through
The eyes of a goon
Pussy bring your man with you
Sending 2 to the tomb