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action bronson - drug & cheese on a roll mix lyrics

[intro]

and now…
coming to the stage…

[verse 1]

smooth but rugged display and grate the face up
like big daddy kane, shirt is getting laced up
pasty make-up laying in a box wet
me and my people stick together like a box set
make your b-tch lift her leg up like a rockette
dive in, get my c-ck wet
dive out, for a hot sec
do a spinning back flip off the top step (yea, we doing wild gymnastics)
grip oak wheel, ten stacks make the coach squeal
laid back eating smoked veal
got a young gun, all he do is hold steel
all these hoes want to suck me because i’m so real
and i’m so ill
lay with hoes from brazil
the wine spill on the bonneville
no chain and my mama real
i’m folding your chest, i’m boldly to bless
a cl-ss of my own and now a days i’m speaking spanish in rome
my b-tches gorgeous like a cl-ssical poem
don’t get caught up in the tactical zone
leave you sleeping with the mackerel

[hook]

champagne spilling down the gl-ss because we made it
i know you m-th-f-ckas hate it
don’t judge me b-tch because i faded
i’m only trying to f-ck some hoes

[verse 2]

back to me, you only half a g
i’m in miami f-cking hoes with mark anthony
lobster cantonese
she had a p-ssy that was fishy like the bering sea (you know i ate it though)
when you see me, star fillet the meat
move so much work got a.d.d
and it’s abc, shifting bmw from 1983
with a haitian freak

[big body bes interlude]

hallelujah
it’s me big m-th-f-ckin’ body, man
i’m out here in m-th-f-ckin’ cali… the state
and i’m out here living wild and i got a situation, man
i’s want m-th-f-ckas to stop coming up to me talking about
“i rap, yo. i rap, big body, yo. i rap.”
m-th-f-cka, go wrap the belt around your neck, man (m-th-f-cka)
go f-ck your father (suffocate your d-ck)

[verse 3]

bong bong, m-th-f-cka -n-lyze the resume
babble on has never been a friendly way
i’m knocking ’em out and then i’m running
to the mountains
crib with the fountain, that’s where my son is
he getting head laying in his bed
in a robe, turkey in the stove
raise your hand if you trying to talk, the llama spark
find your father’s t-st-cl-s out in highland park

[hook]

champagne spilling down the gl-ss because we made it
i know you m-th-f-ckas hate it
don’t judge me b-tch because i faded
i’m only trying to f-ck some hoes

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