Action Bronson - Ron Simmons lyrics

rate me

Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave

Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate

Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in marea

Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea

Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers

Rock fast Polaroids, bitches named Dinga

Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singing

Hash between my butt cheeks, ????

Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread

Move cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shame

Spit the propane, relive you of your gold chain

Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name

Hazelnut spread, banana on your bread

Treat you like a shark, put the hammer on your head

Mock neck sweaters, I pack up on the threads

Fat black leathers leave your body in the shed

Damn

[Hook]

Ron Simmons

Peace to motherfucking Iceland

Ron Simmons

Ron Simmons

Ron, Ron Simmons

Ron Simmons

[Verse 2]

Damn, your fucking with a pro kid

No triple A I went straight up to the show, kid

While You can catch me out in Spain on the coast, dick

Don't ever say my fucking music sound like Ghost shit

????, for half of fifty

Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi

Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the bed

They crying in the corner while there shorty give me head

Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white vultures

Chinese wizardry, long capes

Old grapes in the glasses she suck me while I'm flaccid

Every summer catch me grilling steaks by Lake Placid

Dabbled in plastic, don't ever babble or get blasted

Bitches ass to ass, double dildos made of plastic

Remain classic with all this flash inside the pan shit

Like Jr. Griffey smashing homers, never land bitch

Damn, we never land bitch

Yeah, we never land bitch

Kinda high, never land bitch

But you can see me in lambish

Damn