Action Bronson - 9.24.13 lyrics

rate me

Cars are greasy

Make your favorite OGs on CBS

Uh, waxy

Smoking that Barbara Walter’s wax

Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row

I don’t give a shit!

You only came around cause you thought I had some money for you

You got it fucked up, that’s for the kids!

And if there’s anything left I’ll cop a crib

And if there’s anything left after that I’ll cop a six.

How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates?

First course was from the Finger Lakes,

Last course cinnamon ginger cake.

She gave me head during the Lakers game

I got her tied up, trying to erase her name

No, I caught her cheating,

Her pussy didn’t feel the same,

She was probably with one of the Broncos,

Or LeBron so I blew her car up

Soon as she try to start it up, nah

I can’t talk about that though, uh!

Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans

Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend

Smoke the … same color as The Weeknd

Stashed under the sole of the sneaker

Fuck, fuck man, you’re stashed under the sole of the sneaker

Smoke the… same color as The Weeknd, uh!

I told the driver,

“Lenny, swing me by the garden, I gotta talk to Pat!”

Hit him with stacks

Showed him the gap

Like you gonna miss the finger

Al right, fuck!

I told the driver,

“Lenny, swing me by the garden, I gotta talk to Pat!”

Showed him some stacks

Then showed him the gat like

You gonna miss the finger roll right

Yes, Mr. Baklava!

Then I cart wheeled into a aqua car

Shit! It’s too crazy right?

Yo, it’s just fucking nuts!

We just talking crazy at this point

I told the driver,

“Lenny, swing me by the garden, I gotta talk to Pat!”

Showed him some stacks

Then showed him the gat like

You gonna miss the finger roll right

Yes, Mr. Baklava!

Then I cart wheeled in an aqua car

Now I’m, sliding

Maya boy is made it no more, crying!

The facial reminiscent of a lion

Fuck around I’ll send you back to Zion!

And I ain't even trying

Swing the wood wheel and lumberjacks

I remember back when they wouldn’t spend a stack on my rap

Now they want to wipe my ass in the crack after I shat

And I just had corn beef hash, ew!

Yeah, it’s me!

Motherfucking Big Body

I’m back for the fucking sequel, man

You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up

Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself

I’m over here fucking wiling

A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now

Motherfuckers done came up,

Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made

You know what time it motherfucking is,

So my lifestyle done changed a little bit

All types of shit!

The motherfucking crib is renovated, man

All types of fly shit

I got the new fucking marble floor, man!

That shit is imported

We just flew that shit in from Connecticut

Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit

But you know me, man

Same motherfucking body

I’m out here whiling like I never changed, man!

Is the same motherfucker you know me, man

98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver

It’s me, man! The last car on the fucking A train man

I fucking live this shit!

Done came up, pockets was always …

Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man

Fill them up like the fucking gas tank

God, man!

Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man,

Action Bronson, man

We out here, man!

We motherfucking out here, man

Not enough to say, man

But a motherfucking few more things that’s what to say

Shit is fucking crazy, man

I’m out here smoking good, man

Fucking pocket, fucking stupid,

Fucking blunt pack with that up-town …

Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights

All of that, 172, 174, whiling

You already know, man

Nah, I don’t even want a motherfucking ounce, B

Give me motherfucking 40 dimes

That’s how I want it!

In a brown fucking bag

Yeah …papi, that’s how we doing it, big fucking style, man

And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm

That’s how I do it, man

Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill

I’m out here whiling, man!

My name Big Fucking Body, man

Shouts to motherfucking Albania,

Shouts to East New York,

Shouts to Lindenwold,

Shouts to motherfucking Flushing

Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man

All fucking day I’m out here wiling, man

Eagles up!