9.24.13

[Intro: 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 [Interlude: Action Bronson] (*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 Now, before ya know- 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 aqua car [Interlude: 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 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