The Alchemist + Oh No - Driving Gloves feat. Action Bronson | Текст песни

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• The Alchemist + Oh No
• Driving Gloves feat. Action Bronson

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Leather driving glove rap
Straight up
Totes, toke that

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Fuck sales on the road to getting rich off a tour
And that's one thing for sure, like a shit in the morning
Shit, never be cold toilet, I need a bitch with a pussy like a little league glove
I’m the epitome of, all fly shit jacket to the shoe sole
Two shooters, Flanagan, Caruso
Fly girls left the drug in her caboose hole
I seen Bronson in the chartreuse coupe mo
My eyes sparkle like a divas mirror
Make ice reconsider how they fishing in the river
Leave your sister sitting, shiver
We just made it, locks, no socks, blue drop
Spanish bitches on the boardwalk, tube top
Old school shit nothing in the tube sock
Safe to say you ain’t nothing without your crew hop
My time is now like a new watch, it’s me

[Verse 2: Alchemist]
Lumberjack rumble in the jungle
Live from the bungalow where I package your rap bundle
Straight funnel, sugar cakes, I’mma bumble
Bee that’ll sting you and flee without a rumble
Hand sanitary, shooters on the team, Danny Ferry
Fettuccine bars, pot belly, double-G Bronsonelli
On the radio and the telly, I chop like the Habibi out the deli
Slice precision, your wife’s a pigeon
I’m a chicken-hawk, curbing for a victim
Wife’s tripping, blow the woofers out the system
Nonexistent, take away the shine and eclipse them
I’m ‘bout to do a song with Bono
Pop his trunk like I just struck the lottery, loto
Just me and you mano y mano
Joints buckle, knees wobble
Pussy, you sweet like Peach cobble

[Verse 3: Oh No]
I’m as far as a star, as a totem
I’m trying to clock a few mill before a nigga gets old
Heart is cold, froze from the ice and a whole arctic pole
Bring my old art out of a pose I suppose
Doing speeds like I’m in a Maserati
But I’m really in a Mazda getting high with jihadi
Probably to high to drive, tearing up the body
All I see is lights flashing like I’m at a Vegas party
Benicio circle around my eye
Feel like I ain’t stepped, for about twenty nights
You look like you just fell down forty flights
I keep a shorty right cause oh ain’t nothing nice
I got a bitch to put the heel to the pedals metal
With shit hotter than the devil's kettle
Never settle, get the gloves for the handle
Shit put the fire to them watch them melt like a candle
It’s on