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action bronson - larry csonka lyrics

[intro:]
bronsolino
f-ck that sitting-down rap type sh-t, man
i stand up, cause i’m a motherf-cking man
and i’m motherf-cking hot

[verse 1:]
peep it
i’m on the third floor, your cl-ss was in the bas-m-nt
you know what that means: you got a hint of r-t-rdation
well, me too, i’m fully-blown just like the flow, though
spit the silky sh-t that’s ankle-length like a kimono
uh, sharp instruments to rock like a fossil
shotty for the haters, that’s trimmed off at the nostrils
well, me and docker eating dinner at the brothel
never sniff that blanco, that’s word to oj’s bronco
cop a dutch and break it open, overfill it
i’m rollin’ in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though
cause when i rhyme, i feel possessed by el espirito
encounters of a third kind, x-rays on the visual
ginger ale and hot sauce: two things i live by
i’m such a chill guy, but f-ck around and, yes, you will die
green deville, right, green drugs, but hold the serum
rub the things together, then you clear ’em, flatline
the prosciutto, olives from tunisia
drums are hittin’ hard because they chopped up like a cleaver
and yes i’m smokin’ all the reefer
the night creeper
i love the p-ssy really tight, that’s with a light caesar
can it be that i’m the golden child, the chosen one
the piggies saying freeze, but every time they did i chose to run
takin’ that attachment on the nozzle like a soldier’s gun
hide behind the boulder, silver bullet through you shoulder, son
crack the pepper over thin crust that’s handmade
i’m stayin’ strapped just like the air raid
yo, take a taste of my nuts
know they sweet just like the candy
thick and the same color as band-aid, understand me?
i built this building, they came and then i dropped it
two hour flights to heathrow up in the concorde
fermented grapes up in my gl-ss that bear the same name
i’m working hard because that’s what i need to maintain
killer queens is on the rise, so understand me
ain’t never stoppin’ ’til there’s grammy in a room for my family
also known as a den
post and toast with lauren
posing for pictures, kicking scriptures that form up a phlegm

[interlude:]
uh, let me take a little break fam
i’m f-cking straight out of surgery, man
i need a little break
when i come back in, i’m a come back in hard, though
i promise you that
(look at my motherf-cking shoulders, son)

[verse 2:]
yo
i’m diving in like louganis
i’m aiming right for that -n-s
trying to give her a payment to rent the p-ssy like avis
peace to shaevitz & shaevitz
my rhymes are seasoned for flavor
f-ck with shorties that’s in shape, they got the v like they vega
ah ha, animal style, flippin’ like a flipjack
you heard the cat rap, like animal’s fear from a rat, got
ankle length, that’s suede, the jacket
smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
do the chatatimmy shimmy like a crackhead
no one compare to me, lampin’ with my tangerine
i’m fiend out, so i’m bangin’ on the tambourine
yo, bring the drugs and call me when you on the corner
and i’m a send the doja down in case they run up on ya
your style is celibate, i’m elegant, trust
my style is liver and i’m ivory like a elephant tusk
swirl the wine inside the gl-ss that got the delicate musk
shoe be pointy at the toe, closin’ down the show
poison be the flow, got the boysenberry blow
finnish on the women
that mean the b-tch from finland
her t-ts are bonkers
chilling in the chakras
rollers in her hair, i’m running through it, larry csonka

[outro:]
bronsolino
you don’t even know who f-cking larry csonka is, man
get the f-ck off my weed leaf
p-ssy

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