Action Bronson - Thug Love Story 2012 lyrics

[Verse 1:] She had the sweetest scent I ever smelt, that woman have Skin would glisten like reflections off the bluest jag She had a Jewish dad and a Jamaican maid Started hanging with strippers and dropping the zippers And selling the p**y for paper to play Crusty feet like she hiked for days and live in the mountains At the pub she piss in the fountain sh** on the Michigan towers She quick to split She loves some dick in her bowels Dabble in crystal, polish the pistol powder her sniffles with flour Straight flieshman In the private part of her p**y pocket Random p**y farting Sold at the hookers auction Left as a crooked orphan sponsored links Wrapped in the sports section Box score, fake black rubber co*k in the top drawer but Make this f**ing b**h sit in vinegar Apple cider baths Sit in the vinegar Bonrsolino PS [Verse 2:] So many unfamiliar faces that have come and gun Your a constant f**ed you in the school closet We were young then experimental periods Laid a towel cause I f**ed you on your period Stole my mothers car crashed it by the burger king Young blood but we thought it was eternity Raw s** never thought about paternity But now this c*nt is trying murder me Abusing me physically and verbally Said my dick was too small I went and got the surgery just to show it off This ain't real sh** baby I'm just going off Clear the mind f** it so I wrote a song Night life I'm destined for the bright lights Knife fights at the bar with some white dykes She hold me down break a bottle on the b**h head 25 out the p**y and it's mislead We always end up in the situation She throwing diapers out the window at me Called the cops said I be the face Beat the case now I shiver at her sweet embrace s**ing like a vacuum Like a Smack spoon Bubble bu*t thicker then the double dutch In the family tied up and bubble f** [Verse 3:] Cold tard and I mean it I thought we grow to be old farts in Phoenix Well now you see me low scarves and a ski knit But I've been here since the beginning like a prefix But I'm a to do what I gotta do Trying to make this french dough like a Pâte à Choux Over your head after s** shorty hold me in bed Smoking Ethiopian red The son goes a single teardrop fallopians bled Nowadays you catch the hooker Sniffing coke in the shed It's a damn shame I'm just chilling eating lamb brain I keep the weiner on display for the campaign I'm just doing what I had to do Drop me in the ground but I'm not going To the top till I fall just like Owen Heartbreak drowned sorrows in a love state