Action Bronson - Get Off My P.P. lyrics

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Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot

The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top

Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot

I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot

One seven for (?) an autobahn is where the cash drop

Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots

I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild

'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's style (?)

Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles

I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow

Hands down, one motherfucker

260 combined, here to bring the ruckus

The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate

Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight

[Hook]

Yo, get off the next man's P.P

Be original, kid, get off the P.P

Get off the shaft or my chick, get off the P.P

Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P

[Verse 2]

Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up

I like my bitches big-body like an old truck

With their waists sliced inches like the cold cuts

Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up

Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes

Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose

Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes

Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road

A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin

Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em

I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem

Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded

German shift, twist, burn to bliss

I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet

Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it

Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it

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