Action Bronson - 85 Barritz BRO-HAM lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - 85 Barritz BRO-HAM lyrics]
I roll the blunt up as soon as
I wake my thoughts a linen
My flow is like a one night
Stand with all sorts of women
The orchestrator
The picture perfect portrait player
Lose your data tryna stop me
On the course to paper
Mustard loafer hopping out the gypsy cab
One dutch but I copped 150 bag
Thats for my neck just like
A scarf in the winter
Plus i spit the type of shit to
Make you barf up your dinner
Bronson a winner, gorgonzola garlic agenda
Far from pretender shorty take the
Coat when i enter the public defender
The man of the people nobody equal
My fam negotiating your life
Most of em hebrew
Black kosher posing with the black toaster
Me and Hugginatti dipping in the black cobra
American built ground up from ground up
Get ground up, duck never get found fuck
Sharp with the dressing Bronsonelli
Reek of street essence
Mean Jean holding down the scene
And plus we green scented
Reinvented summertime we flee the benches
37 sour diesel blunts to feed the senses
Back to rocking old lives a pair of high 4’s
I eat the dinner of a
Winner often five course
I rhyme words baby mama say my mind lost
Cause all my garments stay embroided
With a fine horse
One for the weed
Two for the whip drive in the middle
Three we on the roof she play
My penis like a fiddle
Four the tuna raw until i seer it
Five my name is golden though so
People try to smear it
Hop up out the six, I’m in the mix
I rock the colorful kicks
I smoke the pure but still I’m quick
To cop a bundle of nicks
Eating pussy cause i had to
Feed the hunger for fish
Time is money when i have
It never fumble and shit
Until my suit from France
The bottom of the shoe just like a ball court
Leather so soft, four door porsche
Not the truck panamera and it's roughed out
Sitting like a monster on the
Decker looking puffed out
I take juice my performance enhanced
Never failing any test i got
The urine from gramps 94 i begged my mom to
Cop the Ewing from Champs
The same night dreamt of a bitch
And her spewing my pants damn
One motherfucker galaxy of Queens rep
Clients waiting while the custard
Made a cream set
30 sets of dips fuck all that extra shit
Dimples above her ass cheeks that
Made me sex that bitch
I wake my thoughts a linen
My flow is like a one night
Stand with all sorts of women
The orchestrator
The picture perfect portrait player
Lose your data tryna stop me
On the course to paper
Mustard loafer hopping out the gypsy cab
One dutch but I copped 150 bag
Thats for my neck just like
A scarf in the winter
Plus i spit the type of shit to
Make you barf up your dinner
Bronson a winner, gorgonzola garlic agenda
Far from pretender shorty take the
Coat when i enter the public defender
The man of the people nobody equal
My fam negotiating your life
Most of em hebrew
Black kosher posing with the black toaster
Me and Hugginatti dipping in the black cobra
American built ground up from ground up
Get ground up, duck never get found fuck
Sharp with the dressing Bronsonelli
Reek of street essence
Mean Jean holding down the scene
And plus we green scented
Reinvented summertime we flee the benches
37 sour diesel blunts to feed the senses
Back to rocking old lives a pair of high 4’s
I eat the dinner of a
Winner often five course
I rhyme words baby mama say my mind lost
Cause all my garments stay embroided
With a fine horse
One for the weed
Two for the whip drive in the middle
Three we on the roof she play
My penis like a fiddle
Four the tuna raw until i seer it
Five my name is golden though so
People try to smear it
Hop up out the six, I’m in the mix
I rock the colorful kicks
I smoke the pure but still I’m quick
To cop a bundle of nicks
Eating pussy cause i had to
Feed the hunger for fish
Time is money when i have
It never fumble and shit
Until my suit from France
The bottom of the shoe just like a ball court
Leather so soft, four door porsche
Not the truck panamera and it's roughed out
Sitting like a monster on the
Decker looking puffed out
I take juice my performance enhanced
Never failing any test i got
The urine from gramps 94 i begged my mom to
Cop the Ewing from Champs
The same night dreamt of a bitch
And her spewing my pants damn
One motherfucker galaxy of Queens rep
Clients waiting while the custard
Made a cream set
30 sets of dips fuck all that extra shit
Dimples above her ass cheeks that
Made me sex that bitch