Falconry Lyrics - Singles - Action Bronson

Yo pass me the ball fool 

You better fuckin' pick me, ya 

Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit 

Fuckin' 360 on this pussy 

I don't give a fuck 

I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence 

No shoes on 

I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a 

hunk of beef 

When I smile your baby mama shit her 

dungarees 

Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me 

But nah, dunny don't get down like me 

The falcon flies back to the glove when I 

whistle 

Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue 

Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit 

Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, 

bitch 

(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this 

joint right now son) 

Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni 

I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt 

With one arm shredded, and one arm missing 

Dog, I was born with Allah's vision 

I learned quick I couldn't follow suit 

Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar 

soup 

Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick 

Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life 

I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park 

When they took the fucking blood from the 

mosquito with a dope needle 

Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 

I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on 

Yeah, uh huh 

Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp 

promo 

Your ideas lack Adobo 

Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks 

On the low like a whip without shocks 

I bag bitches in flocks 

Representative for everything official 

Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an 

issue 

Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby 

Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to 

thug me 

I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival 

Treat the last record I broke just like a rival 

Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike 

lane 

Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane 

It was written but I wrote it 

Put religion right on my neck and then I froze 

it 

Laurenovitch, yeah 

3: 36 in the morning 

Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New 

York 

What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified 

corner 

With a Latin individual, corn rows, 

foamposites; 

All sorts of a felony in his waist 

But who are you? She only loves me when I'm 

naked 

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