Action Bronson - Silverado lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

That's right!

Bam Bam in the mother fucking building

Queens, New York

Straight up!

Drop that shit

It's me!

I built this shit, yeah!

Let me begin, baby, my name is Bronsoliño

All I see is C notes, silk shirts at the casino

It's time to take those leather pants off,

this ain't no dance off!

I know your hands soft,

You’re on the menu like the lamb broth!

This is a grown man's sport

And, dog, I leave a motherfucker laid out on the handball court.

I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose

My words pronounced just like your camel toe

And every whip in the garage laced

Keep that thing in the guitar case,

Bait the cops into a car chase!

Crash the mother fucking Jeep into the venue

You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you.

(I see you!)

Ah, why the fuck would I have a bodyguard,

If I look just like the mother fucking bodyguard?

Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead!

… that four times, four door and draw lead

I'm underground and I need more bread,

And I need more head

From some bitches straight from Morehead

State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked

My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets

(I see you!)

Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic

My taste in Asics will lead your fucking spaceship into Matrix

This place I made is quite spacious

And dog I'm not the one to fucking play with

Hear me?