Action Bronson - Hard Target lyrics

[Action Bronson - Hard Target lyrics]

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) huh huh, huh uh

Ayo, the weed don't even hit
Me like it used to (Nah)
When I was youthful (Damn, why?)
Man, I don't even know how to pray, dog
(Fuck)
This big, long shit get sprayed off, uh
Ruined my life bettin' my money
On them gray dogs (Fuck it)
If I die today I'm still gon' live forever
(Forever) i might just pop up when
It's long leather jacket weather
(Undertaker)
When the caddy drive a little slower (Woo)
When that haze hit my lung (Swoo)
And my eyes get a little lower (Swoo)
They had the camcorders goin' at the cookout
(Uh) if police approach (Uh, uh)
You can hear the whistles from the lookouts
(yeah)
Shit man, I just put two fuckin' books out
(Two of 'em, two of 'em)
Bestsellin' author, motherfucker
I'm good now (I'm good now) , shit

Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James
(James) this ain't no kids game
(This ain't no kids game, uh)
Hear me? Uh (Hear me?) , yeah

I broke his jaw on West fourth
(yeah) , everybody screamed
"Worldstar" (Worldstar)
Jumped through the window of my girl's car
Then swerved off (Skrr)
'Bout to cop this fourth floor loft
Just off my thoughts (Uh)
I'm butt naked playin' ball, bitch, hold that
(Swish, swish) no watch, no chain
Just a down to earth gorgeous
Motherfucker with some fame (Uh, uh)
Star traveler, a midnight babbler (Uh)
I narrowly escaped to Babylon (Babylon)
In a baby blue Porsche wagon Panama
Shit Panama
(Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon)
I ordered fire roasted turbo from Britney
(Uh) with the mint leaves
(True) , plated simply for my family (True)
Brought all my people with me (All of them)
Display my art up in the Whitney (Please)
This chick with me look like Whitney
(Just like her)
And, yeah, she only sniff with fifties (Uh)
Shit gettin' risky (Risky, risky, risky)

Meyhem in your Mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
Rockin' big chains, lookin' like Rick James
This ain't no kids game
(No) , this ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game
(Ah) , hear me? This ain't no kids game (Ah)
This ain't no kids game
(Ah) , this ain't no kids game (Ah)
Uh (yeah)

Thousand horses in the Shelby (Vroom, vroom)
Havin' lunch in the Catacombs
Doggy, doggy, smell me?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) basic bitch
She got the bag with all them LV's
I like my bags filled up with
Money straight from Tel Aviv (Bling)
Or diamonds (Bling)
And there's nothin' on consignment
(Bling, bling, bling)
I said it's all about the
Product and not the salesman (Swing, swing)
New York to Paris
Three hours because of tailwind
I'm so wave it's like I sailed in (Sailed)
I tell that tale about the great white whale
That's on the trail for his paper
(ayayayayay) buy a brand new outfit
For a motherfuckin' hater
I'm high as fuck at the seder
I play ball, pop, I never was a skater
(Skater) i'm more like big Van Vader
(Uh) doin' a layup (Ah) , feel me?
Uh (Let's get out of here)

Meyhem in your mom kitchen like Ving Rhames
Rockin' big chains this ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game
This ain't no kids game only for Dolphins

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