Action Bronson - PEPPERS (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Action Bronson - PEPPERS (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
"The Wind Cry Mary" on the daily (Ah)
Never compare me to these
cans of beef (Never)
My ancestors prepared me to shift
a 911 manually (Uh-huh)
Whether right-handed or
left-handedly (Yep)
Over the river, through the woods
and up the mountain (To
grandmother's house we go)
Don't even look, they
never found him, uh
Playin' piano like Papo Lucca (Uh)
They just awarded Baklava the
golden soccer boot (Uh-huh)
While doin' drugs inside the
locker room (Thank you)
Bitch, I'll pop your balloon (Pop)
Eliminate your sloppy platoon (Ah)
Have you shoot up all the
slop in the spoon (Slop)
Pop at the moon (Pop)
Hop out the pool, smell like
Acqua di Giò (Woo)
Longsword down the leg and
it stop at the shoe (Woo)
No box, left the spot without
droppin' a clue (Woo)
Eagle fly like Larry Nance (Uh-huh)
In hopes of rain, native people
on the prairie dance (Yes)
Intoxicatin' chants (Uh)
Yeah, I'm dancin', but the
axe is in my hand (Uh)
Platinum Patek, call him Aquaman (Uh)
Bitch, it's the doctor (Uh)
Give him some Clonazepam (Uh),
turn him to Hollow Man (Uh)
Baklava been spotted in Rotterdam (Uh)
Chillin' with Suriname women (Uh),
smokin' pot again, uh (Yeah, uh)
You gotta take it easy (What? What?)
You gotta take it easy
(What? What? Uh)
You gotta take it easy
I'm just talkin' threads
Bum niggas talkin' on the thread, on
my head like I killed Cornbread
Y'all boys reachin', that's
a long stretch (Uh)
Out of the loop like Meech
after a long stretch (Uh)
You and your whore slept next
to the thoroughbred head
Everything on the bed
was all red (Wet)
Your shorty DM'd me on the web,
I left it on read (Brr)
Tell them chicken heads quit
beggin', bird bitches
peckin' at the nest egg
It was said that your ex had
Left you for dead, next she
texted, "What up, big head?"
(What up, big head?)
Big, big-ass settin',
Audemar Piguet (Uh)
That's what you get for
bein' pig-headed
Beheaded, kicked out the whip and
deaded (Fuck out of here)
Yo, castle full of foreigns,
hard castle in McCormick
Was pumpin' tall capsules, but
I knew rap was my callin'
Before I became the Flash Gordon
of recordin' (Woo)
The J.P. Morgan of slick talkin'
New York, Christopher Walken,
I was nice before British walkers
and Walkmans (Wow)
Walkin' in, I'm like Dr. Kevorkian
Shorty wop saw me with
the pet scorpion (Ha)
Divorceable length, forty-
inch in length
The double-MV was a quarter
M, it's him, yeah
Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga, one take
Motherfucker
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