Action Bronson - Amuse Bouche lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Amuse Bouche lyrics]
I been fly since the Big
Bossman feud with the Mountie
Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile
Know the proper style
Curtis Martin run the rock in for the Jets yo
I would watch my older cousins
Makin' profit's on the steps
Made my mind up
Never see me hustlin' for Honda's
Eyes are on the Zonda
Eyes low from puffin ganja
My fuckin life is like a ghetto drama
Sip the green tea
Polish off the metal cause we men of honor
You see the P
Left side of the Cardigan sweaty
Well now you know that I'm
A rocker like Marty Jannetty the low shit
Kill the pussy with the whole dick
Slicker than the oil on the
Marble with the flow shit
Hard bottoms cat's be clickin'
Like the horses do we just dined
But I'm down to take your portion too
Smoke a few sticks, poke a few tricks
Shave the points off the game
Call it Blue chips
This ain't Shaq an penny action
Squeeze the Mac elevy
Tsunami lyric from the inner
Corner crack the levy
Snake the hash cause my skills tight pair
The salmon with the dill right
Grab your hammer and hold your shield tight
My life is inches from death I
Blow the piff on the step
Spit the phlegm, hold my dick when I rap
Plus the suede feet play the street
Hear the music of the city lights flashin
With high fashion and some nice titties
Drug dealers sell the drugs are for realin
Angry mothers cuff there children when
They walk in the buildin' we stand tall
Like the great wall i'll never fall
Disobey the law
Summer spring and fall don't
Forget the winter
Before Splinter and the turtles
Rock the lightweight
Lo' jacket with the man
Hopin the hurdle vicious with verbal
Stuffed inside your bitch is a gerbil
Seven platters on the table
Dutch's filled up with herbal
Grow accustom to the fast life
Raise the glass, tap the glass twice now
They flick the picture
Cause we passed nice Peace to Queens
Though heavy on the C note
Ricky Steamboat one love Bronsolinio
Bossman feud with the Mountie
Bobby Bacalhau, crocodile
Know the proper style
Curtis Martin run the rock in for the Jets yo
I would watch my older cousins
Makin' profit's on the steps
Made my mind up
Never see me hustlin' for Honda's
Eyes are on the Zonda
Eyes low from puffin ganja
My fuckin life is like a ghetto drama
Sip the green tea
Polish off the metal cause we men of honor
You see the P
Left side of the Cardigan sweaty
Well now you know that I'm
A rocker like Marty Jannetty the low shit
Kill the pussy with the whole dick
Slicker than the oil on the
Marble with the flow shit
Hard bottoms cat's be clickin'
Like the horses do we just dined
But I'm down to take your portion too
Smoke a few sticks, poke a few tricks
Shave the points off the game
Call it Blue chips
This ain't Shaq an penny action
Squeeze the Mac elevy
Tsunami lyric from the inner
Corner crack the levy
Snake the hash cause my skills tight pair
The salmon with the dill right
Grab your hammer and hold your shield tight
My life is inches from death I
Blow the piff on the step
Spit the phlegm, hold my dick when I rap
Plus the suede feet play the street
Hear the music of the city lights flashin
With high fashion and some nice titties
Drug dealers sell the drugs are for realin
Angry mothers cuff there children when
They walk in the buildin' we stand tall
Like the great wall i'll never fall
Disobey the law
Summer spring and fall don't
Forget the winter
Before Splinter and the turtles
Rock the lightweight
Lo' jacket with the man
Hopin the hurdle vicious with verbal
Stuffed inside your bitch is a gerbil
Seven platters on the table
Dutch's filled up with herbal
Grow accustom to the fast life
Raise the glass, tap the glass twice now
They flick the picture
Cause we passed nice Peace to Queens
Though heavy on the C note
Ricky Steamboat one love Bronsolinio