Action Bronson and Party Supplies - Nordic Wind Lyrics
[Verse 1]Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungleNever fumble, got the work right by the grundelTwin dick-sucks for me and my sonThat's before he was three, smoking weed in the bluntStraight from Flushing, where the birds are hanging dead in the windowScent of garbage make me sick, getting head in the rentalGot the lamb rack, pan-roasted, laced it with fennelLittle yogurt that been drizzled over might be a winnerCome and see me, Nona hand-makes the fettuciniHoller! Make the baklava - getting paper kahskavalLahmacun Salad-smoking savage out of SarasotaMacho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept30 dollars get you *****cat, right in the kitchen where they cooking atManteca, architecture Art DecoTwist the ***** like a soft pretzelI'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than never testifyYou soon to see me at the party with a vest and tieShorts, that's my steez when I'm steppingStrolling down the streets like the westernsDouble weapons, at my sides and preparing for the showdownSpinning like a wild maneuver, wilding at the ho downHold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chanceNow it's time to give a man burn[Verse 2]Yo, you try to ***** with Bronsolini, it's a crucial callingGuaranteed you're gonna lose just like the Brooklyn brawlerMister Wonderful in short-sets, CortexGore-tex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wetFloral scented, hand-crafted on the mother earthKinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birthShaking hands as if the money connectBlow a ransom on the yacht, have a seat in QuebecRespect my exquisite mystique, pretty petiteLittle hookers running wild, giving head in the streetBut still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razorI'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers - chillingSpark the pepperQueens shit, spark the pepper, PS
