Action Bronson - Big League Chew lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yeah, might have to lay down on the flo' fo' this one, son

I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone...

(Verse: Action Bronson)

Uh, I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone

It's that Monte Carlo flooded wit the weed smoke

The rifle to the peephole, free throw

Call me Baby Face, welcome to the creep show

Ah, my clique is so nuts

Big shit to lift you like a triple-toe lutz

In these streets, even a cripple gonna bust

Keep a thing that won't rust, there's no trust

Rather laugh wit the sinners than cry wit the saints

After I'm high & disgraced, only a lion remains

Flyin' from a tropical escape

'Did I do a perfect dive?' is such a popular debate

(Well, I'll give it a 9.3)

I'm the hottest shit since B2K

My Russian barber gave me the see thru' fade

Drunk drivin' on a Thursday

Already told you, wit this $, it concerns me (Bronson, Bronson, Bronson)

(Verse 2: Action Bronson)

Yeah, I got an old soul & young legs I'm like a good horse

Wood splash on the flo', that's fo' decor

That's from the tour above the law

A half a million in the wall

Bought a paintin' of the Great Dane

Bought the drugs in front a A-Frame

Flashbacks of ridin' on the A-Train

Gettin' sucked between the cars by a Guatemalan

She started hummin' on em, honey wildin', uh

Nowadays, you can see me in a trench coat

On the French boat, till I'm dead broke

I got the shit locked in a deadbolt

Get your fuckin' shit, baby, let's go

I might neva see rain again

I might neva see pain again

I might neva see snow again

Picture my motha, say muthafucka' keep goin' in

Uh, The stars all align now

Oh, these cars I'mma buy now

Oh, these bitches I'mma fuck, 2

You ain't got to like me, fuck you