paroles de chanson Wolfpack - Action Bronson
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
Yeah,
Yeah
(Wolfpack)
Puerto
Rican
Air
Force
One's
at
the
wedding
(Uh)
I'm
only
speaking
truth
Uh,
I
might
open
up
for
Bruce
(I
might)
My
own
horn
I
don't
really
mean
to
toot
Sign
big
deals
with
yarmulkes
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
(Uh)
Bitch,
I'm
butt
naked,
laid
up
Yo,
what
the
fuck?
(Wolfpack)
This
dick'll
make
an
R&B
chick
write
a
song
About
the
rain
when
it
falls
and
the
pain
that
it
causes
(Uh,
uh)
And
how
she
always
wakin'
up
alone?
And
now
Bronson
gotta
call
Tyrone
(Gotta
call
Tyrone)
Fuck
that,
I'm
tryna
blow
smoke
towards
the
moon
Till
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
(Uh)
My
bloodline
predate
Aardvark
and
large
shark
(Uh)
And
cookin'
flesh
off
of
charred
bark
(Aaah!)
(Wolfpack,
wolfpack)
I
shot
dope
before
I
wrote
this
Sniffed
coke
and
did
aerobics
by
the
ocean
This
is
Blue
Chips
7 not
Usher
(Uh)
Big
muskets
get
squeezed
like
mustard
And
motherfuckers
flee
off
in
the
Nissan
(Uhh)
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
(Aaaaaah!)
Better
use
both
fucking
feet,
dog!
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Bam
Bam,
Blue
Chips
7
My
Blue
Heaven
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