Action Bronson - Prince Charming lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Prince Charming lyrics]
I finally found love and
It's fucking beautiful
I no longer bite my nails
Down to the cuticles (No more)
My sex stories ain't suitable for listeners
Cause prisoners to wack off, aw man
(Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
Enough of that soft shit
Me by myself is like the four horsemen
You're just a poor sportsman
Your sports car could be your coffin
The thought of revenge release endorphins
That make me feel just like
I'm swimming with some dolphins (God damn)
Ring, ring for this I gotta
Call 'em baby, shit, i might retire
Spend the rest of my days
Down in New Orleans maybe
Money changed me for the better
So I brought it back and
Got the all black Jetta
With the header and the leather bra
Thinking back like "Shit, dog
You really set the bar"
High as fuck 'bout to twist another
Too many people gone, damn
We miss our brothers
What the fuck is going on? A strange sense
Ah something's going wrong, I can feel
It in my fingers, man, shit
A strong scent lingers
Something's going wrong
I can feel it in my fingers
Like arthritis when it's raining, uh
Let it rain on me let it rain
Uh, it's me on me
It only took me nine times to make
A debut, tenth time's a charm, shit
(True)
Now man’s on road, that means I'm hard
Charge whatever on the Visa card
Half moon Caesar parts
A lot of motherfuckers blind
They couldn't see the art war stories
Throw 'em through a stack of tables
Wrap my body in a stack of
Bibles ‘cause shit could get dangerous
Bam Bam splash off the turn buckle (Splash)
Now you no longer have to
Use your nerves or muscles
We'll see who loves me if I need a liver
Shit you feel defenseless in the
Presence of a stripper (Shit)
You cannot be trusted with the
Access to the money
I crash more Benzes than when
They practice with the dummies
I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny
Pussy
I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny
(Bugs Bunny)
Uh, yeah, these motherfuckers must be crazy
‘cause I ain't going nowhere
Until I'm called up to the stars
Then I'll go there until then
I'm back here to live another life
But for now I'm asking ladies
Like "What's up tonight?"
Baby, what's up tonight?
Yeah, what's up tonight?
I got the True Religion jean suit
G-Unit sneaker shit ah
It's fucking beautiful
I no longer bite my nails
Down to the cuticles (No more)
My sex stories ain't suitable for listeners
Cause prisoners to wack off, aw man
(Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)
Enough of that soft shit
Me by myself is like the four horsemen
You're just a poor sportsman
Your sports car could be your coffin
The thought of revenge release endorphins
That make me feel just like
I'm swimming with some dolphins (God damn)
Ring, ring for this I gotta
Call 'em baby, shit, i might retire
Spend the rest of my days
Down in New Orleans maybe
Money changed me for the better
So I brought it back and
Got the all black Jetta
With the header and the leather bra
Thinking back like "Shit, dog
You really set the bar"
High as fuck 'bout to twist another
Too many people gone, damn
We miss our brothers
What the fuck is going on? A strange sense
Ah something's going wrong, I can feel
It in my fingers, man, shit
A strong scent lingers
Something's going wrong
I can feel it in my fingers
Like arthritis when it's raining, uh
Let it rain on me let it rain
Uh, it's me on me
It only took me nine times to make
A debut, tenth time's a charm, shit
(True)
Now man’s on road, that means I'm hard
Charge whatever on the Visa card
Half moon Caesar parts
A lot of motherfuckers blind
They couldn't see the art war stories
Throw 'em through a stack of tables
Wrap my body in a stack of
Bibles ‘cause shit could get dangerous
Bam Bam splash off the turn buckle (Splash)
Now you no longer have to
Use your nerves or muscles
We'll see who loves me if I need a liver
Shit you feel defenseless in the
Presence of a stripper (Shit)
You cannot be trusted with the
Access to the money
I crash more Benzes than when
They practice with the dummies
I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny
Pussy
I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny
(Bugs Bunny)
Uh, yeah, these motherfuckers must be crazy
‘cause I ain't going nowhere
Until I'm called up to the stars
Then I'll go there until then
I'm back here to live another life
But for now I'm asking ladies
Like "What's up tonight?"
Baby, what's up tonight?
Yeah, what's up tonight?
I got the True Religion jean suit
G-Unit sneaker shit ah