paroles de chanson The Rising - Action Bronson feat. Big Body Bes
Fly
Mary
in
to
sing
to
that
cow
before
we
slaughtered
it
And
then
I
ordered
it
Don't
say
a
word
to
me
You
already
committed
perjury
A
bunch
of
lies
and
sneaks
and
I
don't
play
that
You
know
better,
you
better
save
that
Laid
by
the
pool,
my
legs
gettin'
massaged
by
your
professional
Strictly
business,
nothin'
sexual
Seasonal
vegetables
lookin'
exceptional
You
ain't
think
I
was
hot
then,
now
you
wanna
hum
on
my
testicles
I'm
from
a
dirty
borough
where
that
Sun
don't
come
out
But
when
the
moon
come
and
the
goons
come,
the
crew
runs
Like
a
big
Jamaican,
I
stand
adjacent
To
that
S600
in
amazement
My
time
gon'
come,
I'm
headed
to
the
top
Like
I
never
wore
makeup,
and
I'm
ready
for
the
spotlight
You
know
I
got
my
hoodie
on,
and
it's
such
a
hot
night
Shit
I'm
straight
from
Queens,
catch
me
in
the
limo
like
it's
prom
night
This
that
do
a
hundred
in
the
rental
in
the
rain
With
the
jammy,
a
day
before
I
have
to
go
to
Spain
Livin'
on
the
edge,
different
colored
women
in
my
bed
Different,
different
colored
linens
on
my
leg
My
mother
said
I
better
win
or
else
she'll
fuck
me
up
Ma
we
did
it,
I
love
you,
you
lucky
slut
Since
I
was
young
I
had
the
husky
gut
But
I'm
gorgeous,
got
money
in
the
pouch
just
like
a
tourist
Swerve
in
a
Skylark,
big
piece
of
the
pie
chart
Bitch
this
is
fine
art,
I
guess
my
shine
on
You
lyin',
dog,
you
never
even
put
the
iron
on
You
drive
a
Scion,
you
ain't
ridin',
dog
Me,
I'm
cell
built,
grab
your
chest
Still
get
hit
with
right
hands
from
left
field
My
life
is
a
kaleidoscope
She
makes
me
feel
just
like
I'm
high
on
dope
I
never
calm
down,
shoot
the
gun
without
puttin'
my
son
down
You
should
have
been
known
who
the
fuck
this
was,
just
by
my
fuckin'
tongue.
Big
fuckin'
Body
Bes.
You
know
I'm
all
over
everything
now.
You
know
me,
you
might
see
my
face
stamped
on
a
bag
of
dope,
out
here
gettin'
filthy
cause
you
know
I
got
that
ooh
woo
woo.
You
know
me,
I
go
home
and
change
up.
I
get
fresh
to
fight.
Just
caught
a
new
fuckin'
case.
But
it's
alright
though,
I
got
this
stupid
mothafuckin'
lawyer.
He
told
me,
"Don't
even
worry
about
that
shit,
Body.
I'll
make
that
go
away.
Now
what's
for
lunch?"
I
told
him,
don't
worry,
I
got
the
hookup.
Anything
you
want.
Crown
Fried
on
me,
1 through
6 only.
I
know
your
type
though,
the
type
of
mothafucka
wear
a
three
piece
suit
to
go
to
court,
shook
to
death
and
you
there
for
smokin'
weed.
Piece
of
shit,
get
the
fuck
outta
here
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