Action Bronson - Double Breasted lyrics

rate me

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 racked, pan roasted, laced it with fennel

Little yogurt that be drizzled over might be a winner

Come and see me, angel hair laced the fettucini

Hala make the baklava getting paper cash gavel

Lahmacun, salad smoking savage at a sarasoda

Macho man the taco stand is where the hookers kept

Dirty dollars gets you pussy cat

Right in the kitchen where they cooking that

Monteca, architecture art deco, twist the pussy like a soft pretzel

I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than ever testify

You're soon to see me at the party with a vest and tie

Shorts, that's my steez when I'm steppin'

Strolling down the streets like the Westons

Double weapons, at my sides and preparing for the show down

Spin it like a wild maneuver wiling not to hold down

Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance

Now it's time to give a man burn

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yo, you try to fuck with Bronsolini it's a crucial calling

Guaranteed you're gonna loose just like the Brooklyn Brawler

Mr. Wonderful in short sets, quartets

GorTex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wet

Floral scented hand craft and all the mother earth

Kinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birth

Shaking hands as if the money connect

Blow a ransom on a yacht, have a seat in Quebec

Respect mine, exquisite mystique, pretty petite

Little hookers running wild giving head in the street

But still, slice your nuts clean off that's with the razor

I'm laughing in the tavern and fresh brunos and blazers

Chillin, spark the pepper...yea, Queens shit, spark the pepper...p.s