Action Bronson - Miss Fordham Road ('86 '87 '88) lyrics

rate me

I got some white

You could be the first to taste the product, just a little dirty

Had the body of a model, sent a message in a bottle

Tell my man set the bed up, he built a wooden room quick

Went to the tool shed, got on his hammer, nail, and screw shit

Now we livin' lavish eaten salmon on a cruise ship

Laying in a hammock getting hammered with a jew bitch

[Hook: Ea$y Money]

We want no drama, come here mama

Dale y mamba (yo come here baby girl)

Please don't get so wild, keep the chrome cal

Te deja (?) now (don't get bodied homie)

Eso te mata, cool it papa

Echate pa' tras (move back gimme space)

I'm up in my zone, hoes pass tha ron

Esto ta cabron (shit crazy)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yo just roll my dutches, prep my outfit for the party

Spray my body with aromas, got the ladies actin naughty

Fine fabric delegates my people far from celibate

Hardly delicate highly skilled with much intelligence

Walk in the place jacket hangin' past the calves

Play the shorts in every season corner schemes get turned to math on some

5 in the mornin' shit, (?) then on I'm that BITCH

Ocean high yeah I'm on that shit muthafucka (?) when I'm on that shit

Pop pop tops of the clicquot time to raise our glass up

Right out the bottle, with a model, with amazing asses

Wipe off the ashes, 16 flavors (?) butter

Rose out the gutter, we stand around lenses shutter

Ladies grindin' all up on my dickie

Cause we gorgeous we forage the forest

I'm destined for greatness we ballin regardless

I'm heartless so baby tell me what you wanna do

(I wanna suck it 'til my mouth's filled with cum from you)

[Hook: Ea$y Money]

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]

20 below the bitch seen walkin' the strip

With that pink gloss on her lip

And that big cross on her tits

And she frontin' like she religious but stay stalkin' a dick

Goin right at the head like some steamed crawfish n shit

She know up in the club for years fuck for bagels

Her face is weathered like the rain that fall in April

And in her pants she got a loaf of bread

You know the yeast she never go to bed

She rather dope or head

I just don't get it cause Mercedes was a honey

All the ballers wanna fuck her buy her mink and give her money

Her facials disappearin' and her nose is always runny

Dentistry is twisted like the grill that's on a monkey

Lower body skinny, upper body husky

Call em linebackers she's a character a junkie

Still, she pop it and the people throw the pennies

Plus I'm here to watch her give the team a bunch of hennies cuz

[Hook: Ea$y Money]