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"Ronnie Coleman" is a track by Action Bronson, from the album Dr. Lecter, released 2011. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] When I'n alone Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home Often thinking why the fuck is it I'm not in Rome If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body I see it now, Bronson, the heart-throbby No more pigging out, binging on the late night No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade, right? 40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid, right? I'm eating salad but I'm leaving off the croutons 'Cause ever since a youth, your dog is huskier than UConn Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon Lock the refrigerator, there's no controlling me Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin' hold on me Ain't trying to be laid in a box, roses on me Bronsolino running 5 miles, road to glory [Bridge] Let's go, 20 more to go, baby boy Yo, you want that V by the crotch, right? Yeah, let's go (I want it) Gimme some pushups Gimme some dips (I can't no more) Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!) Yeah, you want that steak dinner don't you? (AAAAH) You're gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!) Yeah, let's fuckin' go 20 more miles, let's go, you fat fuck (AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME) You motherfucker, you, fuck you! [Verse 2] From Philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque I'm getting twisted, eating chicken with a prostitute An hour later, eat the burger with my drug dealer Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer Every five minutes, look in fridges as if magic happened Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping I don't want know one to know that I took it 'Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man) Life is a smorgasbord to me and I'ma over do it I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don't cut it Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded The shit they model in Milan that's looking crispy custom 5 and 6 bitches, lickin' my dick twitches Serve up a facial, Mister Belding bitches, dismiss 'em For now I'll take what I can get until this shit switches Whatever, fuck you, stupid bitch Peace to the Drums of Heaven Peace to beef ribs Extended lunch time, I eat enough for three kids Go on a diet, then fall off because I'm weak, kid Since I was young, I'm eatin' candy on the sneak tip My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol Though at my height and weight, I'm probably still the best at ball I'm tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles [Outro] Yeah, Bronsolino 'Bout to be fuckin', summer time in the winter Shirtless
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