Action Bronson - Nordic Wind lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Nordic Wind lyrics]
Our lungs are filled with the
Purple from the jungle never fumble
Got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's before he was three
Smoking weed in the blunt
Straight from Flushing
Where the birds are hanging
Dead in the window
Scent of garbage make me sick
Getting head in the rental
Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted
Laced it with fennel
Little yogurt that been drizzled over
Might be a winner come and see me
Nona hand makes the fettucini
Halla makes the baklava -
Getting paper kahskaval
Lahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of Sarasota
Macho man
The taco stand is where the hook is kept
30 dollars get you pussycat
Right in the kitchen where they cooking at
Manteca, architecture Art Deco
Twist the pussy like a soft pretzel
I'm such a special guy
I'd rather die than ever testify
You'd sooner see me at the party
With a vest and tie
Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping
Strolling down the streets like the westerns
Double weapons
At my sides and preparing for the showdown
Spinning like a wild maneuver
Wilding at the ho down
Hold ground, stand firm
You little sissies got a chance
Now it's time to give a man burn
Yo, you try to fuck with Bronsolini
It's a crucial calling
Guaranteed you're gonna lose just
Like the Brooklyn brawler
Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex
Gore-tex the bottom of the feet
In case the floor wet floral scented
Hand-crafted on the mother earth
Kinda strange
Things been funny since my brother's birth
Shaking hands as if the money connect
Blow a ransom on the yacht
Have a seed in Quebec
Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite
Little hookers running wild
Giving head in the street
But still, slicing nuts
Clean off that's with the razor
I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh
Brunos and blazers - chilling
Spark the pepper
Queens shit, spark the pepper, PS
Purple from the jungle never fumble
Got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's before he was three
Smoking weed in the blunt
Straight from Flushing
Where the birds are hanging
Dead in the window
Scent of garbage make me sick
Getting head in the rental
Got the lamb rack, pan-roasted
Laced it with fennel
Little yogurt that been drizzled over
Might be a winner come and see me
Nona hand makes the fettucini
Halla makes the baklava -
Getting paper kahskaval
Lahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of Sarasota
Macho man
The taco stand is where the hook is kept
30 dollars get you pussycat
Right in the kitchen where they cooking at
Manteca, architecture Art Deco
Twist the pussy like a soft pretzel
I'm such a special guy
I'd rather die than ever testify
You'd sooner see me at the party
With a vest and tie
Shorts, that's my steez when I'm stepping
Strolling down the streets like the westerns
Double weapons
At my sides and preparing for the showdown
Spinning like a wild maneuver
Wilding at the ho down
Hold ground, stand firm
You little sissies got a chance
Now it's time to give a man burn
Yo, you try to fuck with Bronsolini
It's a crucial calling
Guaranteed you're gonna lose just
Like the Brooklyn brawler
Mister Wonderful in short-sets, Cortex
Gore-tex the bottom of the feet
In case the floor wet floral scented
Hand-crafted on the mother earth
Kinda strange
Things been funny since my brother's birth
Shaking hands as if the money connect
Blow a ransom on the yacht
Have a seed in Quebec
Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite
Little hookers running wild
Giving head in the street
But still, slicing nuts
Clean off that's with the razor
I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh
Brunos and blazers - chilling
Spark the pepper
Queens shit, spark the pepper, PS