Staten Island Ferry Wais P (Ft. Action Bronson)
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[Intro:Action Bronson/Wais P]
Wais man
What up Act?
You brought those bitches by the other night
I liked the white one with the tits
The blond one!
I was peeping her, can I get that freebee?
I got you. Shi!
Son of at
[Verse 1:Action Bronson]
We got the steel drum, jerk chicken, smoke singles, oil fingers
Wrapped around a Snapple blowing trees, lean on foreign cars
Army Shorts seven hookers stripping on the party bus
Generate that paper with the green ink
In God We Trust
Draped in all kinds of animals from Africa
Style is always fresh, because I flip it like the a spatula
Whisk the whip, Lay it flat just like a Persian rug
All up in the mountains getting blasted smoking herb and drugs
Bitch
Don't leave that strip until my money's made
Until I'm driven by a driver in a honey Range
Make sure it's accurate
Just sell that pussy 'til that shit look like a catcher's mit!
Fly on behalf of it!
Swing the cherry coupe, bitches blush like Betty Boop
Make the pussy whistle, whistle, whistle like the kettle do
Drinking Ketel One thirty olives on the rim
Seen me on the coast, so much you think that I'm a Corsican
Wais man
What up Act?
You brought those bitches by the other night
I liked the white one with the tits
The blond one!
I was peeping her, can I get that freebee?
I got you. Shi!
Son of at
[Verse 1:Action Bronson]
We got the steel drum, jerk chicken, smoke singles, oil fingers
Wrapped around a Snapple blowing trees, lean on foreign cars
Army Shorts seven hookers stripping on the party bus
Generate that paper with the green ink
In God We Trust
Draped in all kinds of animals from Africa
Style is always fresh, because I flip it like the a spatula
Whisk the whip, Lay it flat just like a Persian rug
All up in the mountains getting blasted smoking herb and drugs
Bitch
Don't leave that strip until my money's made
Until I'm driven by a driver in a honey Range
Make sure it's accurate
Just sell that pussy 'til that shit look like a catcher's mit!
Fly on behalf of it!
Swing the cherry coupe, bitches blush like Betty Boop
Make the pussy whistle, whistle, whistle like the kettle do
Drinking Ketel One thirty olives on the rim
Seen me on the coast, so much you think that I'm a Corsican
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