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Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Stimme und Gesang
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Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Texte
Antoine "AudioBLK" Baldwin
Antoine "AudioBLK" Baldwin
Komponist:in
Clifford Ray Smith
Clifford Ray Smith
Komponist:in
Haldane Wayne Browne
Haldane Wayne Browne
Komponist:in
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
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Sidney "Omen" Brown
Sidney "Omen" Brown
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Evan "BBQ" Stewart
Evan "BBQ" Stewart
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Antoine "AudioBLK" Baldwin
Antoine "AudioBLK" Baldwin
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Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Sidney "Omen" Brown
Sidney "Omen" Brown
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Justin Smith
Justin Smith
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Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
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Yeah Uh Opportunity be knocking Let a motherfucker in Opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a 'ting, I got it covered Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still you little baby All my life I was a fuck-up, Now I pull the truck up Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us See me hanging out the window screaming "What what!?" No more tough luck; a different cloth is what I'm cut from, baby oh my lord The cops chasing Bronson in an all-white Ford Shit, I'm on an all-night tour Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw I'm in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor You would swear I'm Puerto Rican but I'm not, lord Hot hoes every city that we go, singing "Heads high, kill 'em with it now!" All I do is eat oysters And speak six languages in three voices It's Adriatic Summers on the samples Don't even try to call him, not available for nothing Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker With Anita Baker, uh Opportunity be knockin' Ya gotta let a motherfucker in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Ma, you know I'm still you little baby I feel so alive I think I shit myself I should kiss myself, I'm staring at the man inside the mirror The reflection shows a wolf though Goddamn, I'm still cute ho All my women play the flute, saw me place a melon and prosciutt' Left handed, make the Fender cry Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh Motherfuckers are Dumb Pete from Jump Street I'll turn your chest plate to lunch meat I'm in a Humvee, looking like a young me Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby I switch the season, now the hair's curled Tan skin, I need a bad girl 'Cause James Brown said, "It's a man's world" In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl That's just "Daddy's Little Girl" Opportunity be knocking You gotta let a motherfucker in I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? (Ah) Ma, you know I'm still your lil baby Opportunity be knocking (knockin') U gotta let a motherfucker in (Let that bitch in, son) 'Pportunity be knockin' (uh) Let-let the-the motherfucker in (let a motherfucker in) Uh Jace Sweet As the bottle of vaie... I ain't tryin' to be broke
Writer(s): Sidney J. Brown, Haldane Wayne Browne, Noah James Shebib, Clifford Ray Smith, Ariyan Arslani, Antoine Baldwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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