Action Bronson - Nordic Wind lyrics

rate me

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

Holler! Make 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 never testify

You soon to 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

[Verse 2]

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 seat 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