Action Bronson, The Alchemist - Sven lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, The Alchemist - Sven lyrics]
Laughing
Who the hell, how the hell, why the hell
What the hell? Yeah
You see, my story got a strange plot
Eight shots, now behind the camera, ah
I meant behind the hammer
Leavin' peace like a dyin' grandma
Dyin' my hair blonde
The double shotty like a bears arm
Mention money and my eyebrows lift up
The five pound fist leave you cut up
Quicker than butter
I view the mountains once the suns up
Do anything to get the funds up
Motherfuckers is on the run son, ah
Weed blazer, I'm a master
Ginkgo biloba help me think faster
Throw some acid on your cheek now you're art
Scars over my heart, the part in the sharp
European shark
Big engine like a dozen bagels
With a stunning stable
Makin' my rounds at all the number tables
Health is wealth
But wealth buy the fancy belts
Good, it's even easier to hang yourself
You ain't shit motherfucker
Need to hang yourself
You ain't shit man, you ain't shit
You ain't shit motherfucker, need
To hang yourself, uh
You ain't shit, uh, you ain't shit
The whip sit India style
Like kindergarten student
I'm only part human
Tryna get paid but like Mark Cuban
Spark the Cuban, double park the Buick
What'd you do to beef? Stew it, half Jewish
Uh i'm a star like good homework
Skull and crossbone on a low shirt
Chrome hearse
The skull burst 'cause the work was a ten
The limo driver named Sven
Peace to Killa Ben
Shit's strange, I could feel the wind
All this pain I could feel within
Goes away when I'm in a Benz
But comes back when I'm starin' in the rims
Take ten, uh
Stand on the wall at the pool hall
Dominican ho with a culo
Me pregunto de quien son
Ella me dise, "Tuyo"
And I'm known to be hoppin'
Up out the two door
When your man get called
You better be ready for sure
'Cause these motherfuckers ain't playin'
These motherfuckers be sprayin'
Now you sleepin' with the Earth
Light the Earth up, hop up in the red Caddy
Big Bertha
Wig Turner, money washin' detergent
Round glass
Quarter cup of the bourbon swervin'
From first look you'll think I'm German
It's me
Yeah bam Bam
Who the hell, how the hell, why the hell
What the hell? Yeah
You see, my story got a strange plot
Eight shots, now behind the camera, ah
I meant behind the hammer
Leavin' peace like a dyin' grandma
Dyin' my hair blonde
The double shotty like a bears arm
Mention money and my eyebrows lift up
The five pound fist leave you cut up
Quicker than butter
I view the mountains once the suns up
Do anything to get the funds up
Motherfuckers is on the run son, ah
Weed blazer, I'm a master
Ginkgo biloba help me think faster
Throw some acid on your cheek now you're art
Scars over my heart, the part in the sharp
European shark
Big engine like a dozen bagels
With a stunning stable
Makin' my rounds at all the number tables
Health is wealth
But wealth buy the fancy belts
Good, it's even easier to hang yourself
You ain't shit motherfucker
Need to hang yourself
You ain't shit man, you ain't shit
You ain't shit motherfucker, need
To hang yourself, uh
You ain't shit, uh, you ain't shit
The whip sit India style
Like kindergarten student
I'm only part human
Tryna get paid but like Mark Cuban
Spark the Cuban, double park the Buick
What'd you do to beef? Stew it, half Jewish
Uh i'm a star like good homework
Skull and crossbone on a low shirt
Chrome hearse
The skull burst 'cause the work was a ten
The limo driver named Sven
Peace to Killa Ben
Shit's strange, I could feel the wind
All this pain I could feel within
Goes away when I'm in a Benz
But comes back when I'm starin' in the rims
Take ten, uh
Stand on the wall at the pool hall
Dominican ho with a culo
Me pregunto de quien son
Ella me dise, "Tuyo"
And I'm known to be hoppin'
Up out the two door
When your man get called
You better be ready for sure
'Cause these motherfuckers ain't playin'
These motherfuckers be sprayin'
Now you sleepin' with the Earth
Light the Earth up, hop up in the red Caddy
Big Bertha
Wig Turner, money washin' detergent
Round glass
Quarter cup of the bourbon swervin'
From first look you'll think I'm German
It's me
Yeah bam Bam