Action Bronson - Buddy guy | Текст песни

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Action Broson]
Uhh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bronsolinio
Aiyyo

Stog' on the stoop, got the box pumpin Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle white you motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how I slice on the machete go
Shoot your gun and throw confetti cause I'm ready ho~!
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up
Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb duck gooes beef or chicken
Two seater shiftin with the smooth sea to shrimp in
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze love the swampy like the Everglades
I'm switchin styles so that I"m ready when the era change
First pressed virgin oil from the deep quarter
Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's
daughter
Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee
Lights flashin when I'm rappin, that's half a tree
That smoke linger son it shine through the curtain
Cracked pepper motherfucker I"ma grinder for certain
So, never in your life come with scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch, disappear

[Action Bronson]
Time after time I'm a winner
Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim
Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental
The hash candidate, Connie Gorgeous
360 is the waves and the caesar huggin larry{?} flosses
Never stoppin 'til we hoppin out of grimey Porsches
One night shorty needin over 9 abortions
I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
One that came to wavin the guns out like a glow stick
Number one , numero uno with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
Bitch

[Action Bronson]
Roman sculptures, all of my students hold the diploma
Straight to the back, garage door, behold the Lotus
Fienst tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam
Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiend
I'm too demented, all the weapons we invented
that's hidden inside our brain and the window tinted ten
the percentage
Sacrificin the land for the nutrition
"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition
Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division
Lots of prosivions collosal status stoppin collisions
Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout
Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
Peace I'm out kid, a motherfuckin pace out
every time I take that motherfuckin weapon for my
waist out