Action Bronson and Party Supplies - Thug Love Story 2012 Lyrics
[Verse 1]She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt a woman haveSkin would glisten like reflections off the blueish jagShe had a Jewish dad and a Jamaican maidStarted hanging with strippers and dropping the zippersAnd selling the ***** for paper to playCrusty feet like she hiking for days and live in the mountainsAt the pub she piss in the fountain shit on the Michigan towerShe quick to split up an owlShe loves some dick in her bowelsDabble in crystal, polish the pistol powder her sniffles with flourStraight flieshmanIn the private part of her ***** pocketRandomly ***** fartingSold at the hookers auctionLeft as a crooked orphanWrapped in the sports sectionBox score, fake black rubber ***** in the top drawer butMake this *****ing ***** sit in vinegarApple cider bathsSit in the vinegarBronsolinoPS[Verse 2]So many unfamiliar faces that have come and goneYour a constant *****ed you in the school closetWe were young then experimental periodsLaid a towel cause I *****ed you on your periodStole my mothers car crashed it by the burger kingYoung blood but we thought it was eternityRaw sex never thought about paternityBut now this cunt is trying murder meAbusing me physically and verballySaid my dick was too smallI went and got the surgery, just to show it offThis ain't real shit baby I'm just going offClear the mind ***** it so I wrote a songNight life I'm destined for the bright lightsKnife fights at the bar with some white dykesShe hold me down break a bottle on the ***** head25 out the ***** and its misleadWe always end up in the situationShe throwing diapers out the window at meCalled the cops said I beat HER faceBeat the case, now I shiver at her sweet embrace[HOOK]I rap now*****es Sucking like a vacuumOn the bed stay bent Like a Smack spoonBubble butt thicker then the double dutchIn the family tied up and bubble *****[Verse 3]Cold tard and I mean itI thought we grow to be old farts in PhoenixWell now you see me low scarves and a ski knitBut Ive been here since the beginning like a prefixBut I'mma to do what I gotta doTrying to make this french dough like a Pâte à ChouxOver your head after sex shorty hold me in bedSmoking Ethiopian redThe son goes a single teardrop fallopians bledNowadays you catch the hooker Sniffing coke in the shedIt's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brainI keep the weiner on display for the campaignI'm just doing what I had to doTryna Drop me in the ground but I'm not goingTo the top till I fall just like OwenHeartbreak drowned sorrows in a love state
