Action Bronson - Cocoa Butter ft Statik Selektah lyrics
rate meAlbanian style, rock leathers in the sand
I’ll shoot my cousin for nothing, dominant man
Go visit fam with no problems on some normal shit
Straight from Skopje, Macedonia the floral lit,
Liquorish liquor, one cube a touch of water
Watch it mix, turn white like the duchess daughter
I’m in the corner puffing Ganja with the musky odor.
Destination, back of your throat, cup of soda. Uh
This is bam bam bigelow, queens to asbury park connect Figaro.
My uniform Carhartt sweats and Gore Tex,
Athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the word
This is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd kid
Naked gun, the serial is scratched off
Arm like rocket in his prime, blast off
On and on, push it till, were one
Never stop till the day were dead
On and on, push it till, were one
Never stop till the day were dead
Push your seat back the Ricky Henderson of rap,
Jets hat, underneath a little blubber a lotta 6-pack.
Summer time I cop the musket with the kick back,
Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit that.
This happen continuously throughout the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, that’s looking blue-ish in the light
Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor and optimism
Never stop it till we coastal on a aqua mission
Reach my hand in the water and grab a tuna
Silhouette you see reflection of light, right of the mezza luna
That’s a half moon, wavy like my man’s fade
The European carry-all, color tan suede
Handmade, hand blades, carve your features, I’m a creature
Section 39 I’m in the bleachers
Fiends get washed up like turtles on the beaches
It’s mating season make the verbal for your speakers
On and on, push it till, were one
Never stop till the day were dead
On and on, push it till, were one
Never stop till the day were dead
Ill prosciutto, legend, Phil Rizzuto
Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it crudo
That’s raw, now I declare war
You in a women’s league
I show you how a man score
Look at my beard and my body like a grizzly
I’m shoulder pressing 3 plates, Obama EBT, I’m a g
Supermarket sweepstakes, still drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate
The Derek Harper with the low cesar, flow fever
More than likely digging in your ho's beaver
Drug smoke to my neck just like a turkey
Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsey
no mercy Van Buren cop Hershey
Square Tyson, in the mountains eating rare bison
Clam chowder, you aint fucking with this man power
straight from queens, where we know to make your plans sour
On and on, push it till, were one
Never stop till the day were dead
On and on, push it till, were one
Never stop till the day were dead
Thanks to dat dude. for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Zvonimir for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Zvonimir (Missed a couple little words last time) for correcting these lyrics
