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