Action Bronson - The Madness lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - The Madness lyrics]
Ayo, you ready? yeah, I'm ready right
The fast life
Getting twisted almost every night
My mind is deeper
Than the voice featured on Barry White
I'm not the marry type
I make her sit in vinegar
To get the candy tight
I’m flattered at all the
Chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to stay up
Out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors with my sport vest
Leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face
I’m out the world just like
A lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going
Nice with the plates of grapes
This is madness, certified madness
Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped
Just like a bandage
Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches
Names tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman
Call him Tootsie i'm in the corner with
A hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all
Times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and cheese plate
Bronsonline the name is ringing
Out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon
Time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a hockey player
Eating yakitori
Getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy ending shower
Wifey making dinner
I’ll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated
Yo you’ll never win i bring the devil in
Bronson known for his benevolence
Polo fitted with a leather grip
I wash my dick in the sink
Right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw
Inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for breakfast
Fried eggs and prime steak that's
Straight from out of Texas
Damn I’m living reckless
Smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I’m thinking should I risk it
Add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix
I’ll feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up
In this bitch butt now it’s on the computer
Got the pussy moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat
That’s no joke cause I’mma shoot her
Yeah, damn, yo, fuck
Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore
These days man? Fuck
This shit is rawer than a tuna
On a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having
Though I hate my baby momma
It’s always drama
She got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a
Plot on your man
My eyes are open like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper
Sour dough but if I die before the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and
Smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, patties by the colliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging coke
Transporting interstate
Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the
Ankle where the jacket go
Master flow work now so I got cash to blow
When I’m older, leather on a rugby shoulder
I’m top dogging if I’m lying
May they slump me over
The fast life
Getting twisted almost every night
My mind is deeper
Than the voice featured on Barry White
I'm not the marry type
I make her sit in vinegar
To get the candy tight
I’m flattered at all the
Chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to stay up
Out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors with my sport vest
Leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face
I’m out the world just like
A lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going
Nice with the plates of grapes
This is madness, certified madness
Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped
Just like a bandage
Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches
Names tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman
Call him Tootsie i'm in the corner with
A hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all
Times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and cheese plate
Bronsonline the name is ringing
Out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon
Time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a hockey player
Eating yakitori
Getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy ending shower
Wifey making dinner
I’ll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated
Yo you’ll never win i bring the devil in
Bronson known for his benevolence
Polo fitted with a leather grip
I wash my dick in the sink
Right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw
Inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for breakfast
Fried eggs and prime steak that's
Straight from out of Texas
Damn I’m living reckless
Smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I’m thinking should I risk it
Add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix
I’ll feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up
In this bitch butt now it’s on the computer
Got the pussy moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat
That’s no joke cause I’mma shoot her
Yeah, damn, yo, fuck
Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore
These days man? Fuck
This shit is rawer than a tuna
On a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having
Though I hate my baby momma
It’s always drama
She got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a
Plot on your man
My eyes are open like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper
Sour dough but if I die before the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and
Smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, patties by the colliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn 'em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging coke
Transporting interstate
Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the
Ankle where the jacket go
Master flow work now so I got cash to blow
When I’m older, leather on a rugby shoulder
I’m top dogging if I’m lying
May they slump me over