Escucha Seven Series Triplets (feat. Prodigy & Raekwon) de Action Bronson

Seven Series Triplets (feat. Prodigy & Raekwon)

Action Bronson

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Action Bronson - Seven Series Triplets ft Prodigy and Raekwon (Screwed)

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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Action Bronson

Leadgesang

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Albert Johnson

Songwriter:in

Ariyan Arslani

Songwriter:in

Corey Woods

Songwriter:in

Rino de Filippi

Rino de Filippi

Songwriter:in

Rory Quigley

Songwriter:in

PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK

Harry Fraud

Produzent:in

John Sparkz

Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]

Cash in a brief case

Tryna play it smart

Love is a privilege

And you better play your part

Don't want to leave it

To the lawyer's breath

Snap my fingers

You'll be laying on the foyer steps

Wishin' you were a boy again

[Verse 2]

Late night, stand on the roof

Smoke a Newp'

Reminiscing to when I had the broken tooth

We were loose

Three different colors on the goose

With the boots

Maryland College basketball suits

[Verse 3]

I drive the 525 made in '95

Shawn Kemps on the pedal

I'm a kamikaze

Right arm hang out the window

While I steer left

Near death

Slam into a deer's chest

[Verse 4]

Lights out for a second

But I'm back

Hopped up like a karate master

Still I blast the shottie faster

On you bastards

Make you backspin

Come out the closet

You've been trapped in

That's it, Queens

[Verse 5]

**** you know I put the work in

Headshots real precise

Like a surgeon

I see your heart beatin'

Through your shirt, nervous

**** shakin' in his J's

His legs gave in

[Verse 6]

Wow, and I ain't even

Pull the gun off my waist yet

This **** done got so scared

He took a shit

Then I swerved in some lowkey wheels

And go about my business

Like it never happened, chill

[Verse 7]

For reals, pop a couple pills

Cup of drink, come to think about it

I feels like turning up the rap

Ignorant loud

Like this weed that I smoke

Make a thick yellow cloud

[Verse 8]

Perpetual payday

My money don't vacay

I'm out seein' the world

My life is so crazy

You could only imagine

But you could never fathom

My intelligence, I get at 'em

[Verse 9]

Oh shit

It's real like that, right ya'll

Word up, man

Pledge allegiance, man

[Verse 10]

I Patrick Ewing ****

Long shotties I be suin' ****

You gon' pay, face the camera

Ruin' ****

And my money uncollected

And I'm steppin'

Might slap the shit out your man

And take his weapon

[Verse 11]

Hungry and angry and I'm savagery

But still mow your majesty

Wipe out the cool t-shirt

Vacuum it

And I'm gon' keep you rich so chill

Or you can live with them faggots

And stay away from real deal abbots

[Verse 12]

Death is our game plan

New playin' bullets come in spray cans

Write graffiti all on your vest

Lester, cousin Eve

Sleeve all greasy, he the best of it

Put it right there to get a check

[Verse 13]

Sling prostitution

It's prohibition when we move shit

This is what some **** suggest

I suggest war and clout

The fake **** they could move out

Take no chance

You never know, ya'll

[Verse 14]

For real man

Cause we ain't playin' no games

No more, no more homies

You sit around this, you sit around the best

Yeah you gold fucks and all that

Word up

Got **** that can't shine, come through

Come through, come shine, come

You know what it is man, it's automatic

Written by: Albert Johnson, Ariyan Arslani, Corey Woods, Rino de Filippi, Rory Quigley