Silverado Lyrics
| Song | Silverado |
| Artist | Action Bronson |
| Album | Blue Chips 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| That's right (sniff sniff) | |
| Bam Bam in the mother ******g building | |
| Queens New York | |
| Straight up | |
| Drop that *************t | |
| It's me | |
| I built this *************t | |
| Yeah | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoliño | |
| All I see is C-notes, silk *************rts at the casino | |
| It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off | |
| I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb broth | |
| This is a grown man's sport | |
| And, dog, I leave a mother******* laid out on the handball court | |
| I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose | |
| My words pronounced just like a camel toe | |
| And every whip in the garage laced | |
| Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase | |
| Crash the mother ******g Jeep into the venue | |
| You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you | |
| Ah, why the ************* would I have a bodyguard | |
| If I look just like the mother ******g bodyguard | |
| Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead | |
| Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead | |
| I'm underground and I need more bread | |
| And I need more head from some ******* straight from Morehead | |
| State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked | |
| My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets | |
| Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic | |
| My taste in Asics will lead your ******g space*************p into Matrix | |
| This place I made is quite spacious | |
| And dog I'm not the one to ******g play with | |
| Hear me? |
| Intro | |
| That' s right sniff sniff | |
| Bam Bam in the mother g building | |
| Queens New York | |
| Straight up | |
| Drop that t | |
| It' s me | |
| I built this t | |
| Yeah | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoli o | |
| All I see is Cnotes, silk rts at the casino | |
| It' s time to take those leather pants off, this ain' t no dance off | |
| I know your hands soft, you' re on the menu like the lamb broth | |
| This is a grown man' s sport | |
| And, dog, I leave a mother laid out on the handball court | |
| I never brag and boast, I' m fire out the dragon' s nose | |
| My words pronounced just like a camel toe | |
| And every whip in the garage laced | |
| Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase | |
| Crash the mother g Jeep into the venue | |
| You better pray to God it' s straight to Heaven where they send you | |
| Ah, why the would I have a bodyguard | |
| If I look just like the mother g bodyguard | |
| Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead | |
| Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead | |
| I' m underground and I need more bread | |
| And I need more head from some straight from Morehead | |
| State your business cause I' m busy tanning naked | |
| My joint is shaking while I' m wearing bracelets | |
| Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic | |
| My taste in Asics will lead your g space p into Matrix | |
| This place I made is quite spacious | |
| And dog I' m not the one to g play with | |
| Hear me? |
| Intro | |
| That' s right sniff sniff | |
| Bam Bam in the mother g building | |
| Queens New York | |
| Straight up | |
| Drop that t | |
| It' s me | |
| I built this t | |
| Yeah | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoli o | |
| All I see is Cnotes, silk rts at the casino | |
| It' s time to take those leather pants off, this ain' t no dance off | |
| I know your hands soft, you' re on the menu like the lamb broth | |
| This is a grown man' s sport | |
| And, dog, I leave a mother laid out on the handball court | |
| I never brag and boast, I' m fire out the dragon' s nose | |
| My words pronounced just like a camel toe | |
| And every whip in the garage laced | |
| Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase | |
| Crash the mother g Jeep into the venue | |
| You better pray to God it' s straight to Heaven where they send you | |
| Ah, why the would I have a bodyguard | |
| If I look just like the mother g bodyguard | |
| Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead | |
| Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead | |
| I' m underground and I need more bread | |
| And I need more head from some straight from Morehead | |
| State your business cause I' m busy tanning naked | |
| My joint is shaking while I' m wearing bracelets | |
| Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic | |
| My taste in Asics will lead your g space p into Matrix | |
| This place I made is quite spacious | |
| And dog I' m not the one to g play with | |
| Hear me? |
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