Driving Gloves
Gangrene, Action Bronson
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Leather driving glove rap straight up Totes, toke that F*ck sales On the road to getting rich off of touring And that's one thing for sure Like a shit in the morning Shit, never a cold toilet (never) 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 (Irish) Fly girl stuffed the drug in her caboose-o 'I see Bronson in the chartreuse coupe mo' My eyes sparkle like a diva's mirror Make dykes reconsider how they Fishing in the river Leave your sister, sit n shiver Bagels catered, lox, no socks, blue drop Spanish bitches on the boardwalk, tube top Old school shit, nuttin' in a tube sock Safe to say you ain’t much without your crew Hop my time is now like a new watch, it’s me Lumberjack rumble in the jungle Live from the bungalow where I Package a 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 at the deli Slice precision, your wife’s a pigeon I’m a chicken hawk, hungry for a victim Wires trip 'em Blow the woofers out the system Non-exist 'em Take away the shine and eclipse 'em I’m ‘bout to do a song with Bono Pockets Trump like I just struck the lottery Lotto just me and you, mano y mano Joints buckle, knees wobble Pussy, you sweet like Peach cobble Uh, look, hey I’m as far as the stars have told 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 Bang my old art out of a Bose, I suppose Doing speeds like I’m in a Maserati But I’m really in a Mazda Getting high with a hottie Probably too high to drive Fear n Loathing in the body All I see is lights flashing like I’m at a Vegas party Benicio, circle around my eyes Feel like I ain’t slept 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, I put the fire to 'em Watch 'em melt like a candle it’s on!
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Written by: ALAN MAMAN, ARIYAN ARSLANI, MICHAEL WOODROW JACKSON, TOMMY COTLER
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