Wolfpack (Explicit)
Action Bronson« Wolfpack (Explicit) » est une chanson de Action Bronson, 2017, Pop. La chanson dure 2:19, 48 lines / 314 words.
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0:00just tell me how high you are
0:03i don't know, what are you giving me?
0:07just tell, just tell everyone how high you are
0:09no, i can't talk, i'm not telling anyone
0:11i'm not telling anyone
0:13can you please-
0:14are you recording me?
0:16no i'm not, can you just-
0:17you are lying
0:18can you please tell them?
0:20i-i can't describe it, i am so high
0:28that's it, it's like i'm tripping
0:45(yeah, yeah, wolfpack)
0:49puerto rican air force 1's at the wedding
0:52i'm only speaking truth
0:55uh, i might open up for bruce
0:57my own horn i don't really mean to toot
0:59sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves
1:03it's safe to say your boy done came up
1:05too much lobster on the plane
1:06the plane won't stay up
1:07b*tch i'm butt naked layed up
1:10yo, what the f*ck (wolfpack)
1:15this d*ck'll make an r&b chick write a song
1:18about the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes
1:20and how she always wakin' up alone
1:23and now bronson gotta call tyrone
1:25f**k that, i'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon
1:28until my mind start racing like zoom
1:30i'm hotter than when bow wow dropped in the summer
1:33girls scream and i hop into the hummer like
1:36uh, i'm a teenage heartthrob
1:39you smoke little blunts, like kevin hart's arms
1:41my bloodline predate aardvark and love shot
1:44and cookin' flesh off of charred bark
1:49(wolfpack)
1:51i shot d**e before i wrote this
1:53sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean
1:55this is blue chips 7 not usher
1:58big muskets get squeezed like mustard
2:01and mother f*ckers flee off in the nissan
2:04they say that life is like a see-saw
2:06i roll solo, why i got these extra seats for?
2:09hit eject watch him free fall
2:11better use both f*cking feet dog
2:14yeah, yeah, yeah
2:16blue chips 7
2:19my blue heaven
just tell me how high you are i don't know, what are you giving me? just tell, just tell everyone how high you are no, i can't talk, i'm not telling anyone i'm not telling anyone can you please- are you recording me? no i'm not, can you just- you are lying can you please tell them? i-i can't describe it, i am so high that's it, it's like i'm tripping (yeah, yeah, wolfpack) puerto rican air force 1's at the wedding i'm only speaking truth uh, i might open up for bruce my own horn i don't really mean to toot sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves it's safe to say your boy done came up too much lobster on the plane the plane won't stay up b*tch i'm butt naked layed up yo, what the f*ck (wolfpack) this d*ck'll make an r&b chick write a song about the rain when it falls and the pain that it causes and how she always wakin' up alone and now bronson gotta call tyrone f**k that, i'm tryna blow smoke towards the moon until my mind start racing like zoom i'm hotter than when bow wow dropped in the summer girls scream and i hop into the hummer like uh, i'm a teenage heartthrob you smoke little blunts, like kevin hart's arms my bloodline predate aardvark and love shot and cookin' flesh off of charred bark (wolfpack) i shot d**e before i wrote this sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean this is blue chips 7 not usher big muskets get squeezed like mustard and mother f*ckers flee off in the nissan they say that life is like a see-saw i roll solo, why i got these extra seats for? hit eject watch him free fall better use both f*cking feet dog yeah, yeah, yeah blue chips 7 my blue heaven
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