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letra de driving gloves - gangrene

[intro: action bronson]
leather driving glove rap
straight up
totes, toke that

[verse 1: action bronson]
f-ck sales, on the road to getting rich off of touring
and that’s one thing for sure, like a sh-t in the morning
sh-t, never a cold toilet (never)
i need a b-tch with a p-ssy like a little league glove
i’m the epitome of, all fly sh-t 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 dyk-s reconsider how they fishing in the river
leave your sister, sit n shiver
bagels catered, lox, no socks, blue drop
spanish b-tches on the boardwalk, tube top
old school sh-t, 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

[verse 2: alchemist]
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
p-ssy, you sweet like peach cobble

[verse 3: oh no]
uh, look, hey
i’m as far as the stars have told
i’m trying to clock a few mill before a n-gga 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 b-tch to put the heel to the pedals metal
with sh-t hotter than the devil’s kettle
never settle, get the gloves for the handle
sh-t, i put the fire to ’em, watch ’em melt like a candle
it’s on!

- gangrene

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