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Warlord Leather - The Alchemist (Ft. Action Bronson & Earl Sweatshirt)
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Warlord Leather The Alchemist (Ft. Action Bronson & Earl Sweatshirt)

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Warlord Leather - The Alchemist (Ft. Action Bronson & Earl Sweatshirt)
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Dipped and writ his own ransom
Chest full of spliffs told the bitch it was cancer
Hit the road for some months
For the fan in the front row, getting punched out
Screaming "Whoa" with his hands up
The glorious bastard is back
In that hoodie like a vein that collapsed 'cause it's black
Sittin' shotty in the Mazda, pack cover lap and his
His daddy like an answer, ‘cause he never had one
Eyes all low on account of what the grass done
Higher than the Masten
Five star telly, nice belly on the bad one
Heavy with the raps way 'cause a nigga chip 'em out
Be really what attract the bitches
Switchin' brackets with the taxes never actin' different
Boney nigga think he's thin, kind of baggy
With some niggas that be trappin', shippin' packages
Their cake is up
Got my mama tripping like she jogging and her ankles touch
Now I'm at the Waldorf stressin'
Fidget with the zipper on the warlord leather
Whisky with the spliff, because it goes more better
Why bench him if he's scoring under full court pressure

[Interlude: Action Bronson]
(Coughing)
Put me in coach
Put me in coach
I got this man I'm on fire tonight
Telling you
Uh
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