Action Bronson, The Alchemist, Big Body Bes - Drug & Cheese on a Roll Mix lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
Big Body Bes [Besnik E. Sadikay] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, The Alchemist, Big Body Bes - Drug & Cheese on a Roll Mix lyrics]
Smooth but rugged display and
Grate the face up like Big Daddy Kane
Shirt is getting laced up
Pasty make-up laying in a box wet
Me and my people stick together
Like a box set make your bitch lift her leg
Up like a Rockette dive in, get my cock wet
Dive out, for a hot sec
Do a spinning back flip off the top step
(Yea, we doing wild gymnastics)
Grip oak wheel
Ten stacks make the coach squeal
Laid back eating smoked veal
Got a young gun, all he do is hold steel
All these hoes want to suck
Me because I'm so real and I'm so ill
Lay with hoes from Brazil
The wine spill on the Bonneville
No chain and my mama real
I'm folding your chest, I'm boldly to bless
A class of my own and now a
Days I'm speaking Spanish in Rome
My bitches gorgeous like a classical poem
Don't get caught up in the tactical zone
Leave you sleeping with the Mackerel
Champagne spilling down the glass
Because we made it
I know you muthafuckas hate it
Don't judge me bitch because I faded
I'm only trying to fuck some hoes
Back to me, you only half a G
I'm in Miami fucking hoes with Marc Anthony
Lobster Cantonese she had a pussy that was
Fishy like the Bering Sea
(you know I ate it though)
When you see me, star fillet the meat
Move so much work got ADD
And it's ABC, shifting BMW from 1983
With a Haitian freak
Hallelujah
It's me Big muthafuckin' Body, man
I'm out here in muthafuckin' Cali the state
And I'm out here living wild
And I got a situation, man
I's want muthafuckas to stop coming
Up to me talking about
"I rap, yo i rap, Big Body, yo i rap"
Muthafucka, go wrap the belt
Around your neck, man
(Muthafucka)
Go fuck your father (Suffocate your dick)
Bong Bong, muthafucka analyze the resume
Babble on has never been a friendly way
I'm knocking 'em out and then I'm running
To the mountains crib with the fountain
That's where my son is
He getting head laying in his bed
In a robe, turkey in the stove
Raise your hand if you trying to talk
The llama spark
Find your father's testicles out
In Highland park
Champagne spilling down the glass
Because we made it
I know you muthafuckas hate it
Don't judge me bitch because I faded
I'm only trying to fuck some hoes