The lyrical mortar fire manifests itself not only in the absurd (“The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle / Don’t try to put me in a box like a tissue”), but also the epicurean.īronson has already established himself as the G.O.A.T. In true Bam Bam fashion, the 13-track project is packed with quotables from front to back. I know your type though, the type of mothaf*cka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death and you there for smokin' weed.Today, Queens rapper and all-around entertainer Action Bronson dropped his debut album, Mr.
Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup. He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothaf*ckin' lawyer. You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope, out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You should have been known who the f*ck this was, just by my f*ckin' tongue. I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope Still get hit with right hands from left field You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chartīitch this is fine art, I gets my shine on My mother said I better win or else she'll f*ck me upīut I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bedĭifferent, different colored linens on my leg With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come outīut when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles
BABY BLUE ACTION BRONSON LYRICS PROFESSIONAL
Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by your professional Top▲ The Rising įly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered itĪnd then I ordered it Ī bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that I can't even get this f*ckin' right, are you kidding me? Right side shifter, fight fixer, twist your sisterĪnd I ain't talkin' 'bout the hair band, mothaf*cka Peace to Mike Ditka, 50 on the light fixture In goal line situations I'll tackle The Fridge Legs are made of stone, the back of a bridge Grabbed a Snapple out the bin, no one's an even match for the kid Got to the door, twist the key, elevator waitin' for meġ00, got upstairs and fixed eleven bowls of Crispix Laughin' all the way back to the buildin' runnin' I'll take it back to playin' handball and smokin' on the park benches Nothin' lasts forever, or does it? F*ck it I'm still young, f*ck it, gotta use it while it works That I don't even know about, you better slow down, baby My lips are sealed like the singer with bad skinĭog, I'll resurrect Freaky Tah to do my ad-libs The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trenchcoat stupid Yo f*ck this jacket, I turn this shit to 85 napkinsīut when he shoots it, the flag says "BANG!" and everybody laughs Steer the yacht with my knee, plenty of botanyĭamn, bad chick on top of me, pornographyĪnd I know she only want me for my guap-ery Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
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