9.24.13
(专辑: Blue Chips 2 - 2013)
[Action Bronson:] Uh Waxy Smoking that Barbara Walters wax Same fucking outfit twenty days in a
row I
don't give a
shit [Verse 1: Action Bronson] You only came around 'cause you thought I
had some money for you You got it fucked up That's for the
kids And If there's anything left I'll cop a
crib And If there's anything left after that I'll cop a
six How you think I
got the
art displayed on the
dinner plates? First course was from the
Finger Lakes Last course cinnamon ginger cake She gave me head during the
Laker game I
got her tatted, trying to erase her name No, I
caught her cheating, her pussy didn't feel the
same She was probably with one of the
Broncos Or LeBron so I
blew her car up Soon as she try to start it up, nah I
can't talk about that though... Your chance is thin like the
moustache of Puerto Ricans Shooting guns with my daughter on the
weekend Smoke the
budder same color as The
Weeknd Stashed under the
sole of the
sneaker [laughs] Fuck Fuck man Stashed under the
sole of the
sneaker Smoke the
budder same color as The
Weeknd Uh [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Told the
driver Lenny swing me by the
garden I
gotta talk to Pat Hit him with stacks Showed him the
gat like 'you gonna miss the
finger roll right' Fuck I
Told the
driver Lenny swing me by the
garden I
gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the
gat like 'you gonna miss the
finger roll right' Yes Mr. Baklava Then I
cartwheeled into a
aqua car [Action Bronson:] [Trails into laughter] Shit! It's too crazy right? Yo It's just fucking nuts We just talking crazy at this point [Verse 3: Action Bronson] I
told the
driver Lenny swing me by the
garden I
gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the
gat like 'you're gonna miss the
finger roll right?' Yes, Mr. Baklava Then I
cartwheeled into and aqua car Now I'm, sliding Ma, your boy has made it, no more Crying The
facial reminiscent of a
lion Fuck around I'll send you back to zion And I
ain't even trying Swing the
wood wheel like lumberjacks I
remember back when they wouldn't spend a
stack on my rap Now they want to wipe my ass in the
crack after I
shat And I
just had corn beef hash Ew... [Verse 4: Big Body Bes] Yeah It's me Motherfucking Big Body I'm back for the
fucking sequel, man You know I
had come and to spice this shit the
fuck up Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself I'm over here fucking wiling A
lot of shit done motherfucking changed now Motherfuckers done came up Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made You know what time it motherfucking is So my lifestyle done changed a
little bit All types of shit The
motherfucking crib is renovated, man All types of fly shit I
got the
new fucking marble floor, man That shit is imported We just flew that shit in from Connecticut Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit But you know me, man Same motherfucking body I'm out here wiling like I
never changed man This the
same motherfucker you know me, man '98, doing stick-ups with the
screw-driver It's me man The
last car on the
fucking A
train man I
fucking live this shit Done came up Pockets was always swole Sometimes a
little low but I
get them back up, man Fill them up like the
fucking gas tank God, man Psssht Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man We out here, man We motherfucking out here, man Not enough to say, man But a
motherfucking few more things that's what to say Shit is fucking crazy, man I'm out here smoking good, man Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the
Heights All of that, 172, 174 Wiling You already know, man Nah, I
don't even want a
motherfucking ounce, B
Give me motherfucking 40 dimes That's how I
want it In a
brown fucking bag Yeah, tato Papi, that's how we doing it, big fucking style, man And I
want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm That's how I
do it, man Wipe it with the
fucking hundred dollar bill I'm out here wiling man My name Big Fucking Body Shouts to motherfucking Albania Shouts to East New York Shouts to Lindenwood Shouts to motherfucking Flushing Shouts to the
motherfucking Bronx, man All fucking day I'm out here wiling, man Eagles up