Action Bronson, Hologram - Estaciones lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Hologram - Estaciones lyrics]
And now coming down the aisle
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body
It's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like
Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon
Motherfucker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a shit
I come right over to your table
And flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking
Bitch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo bitch, get the fuck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with
Your lips all chalky in the Trans Am
You could feel the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm high all four seasons
Hand wash my drawers and hang
'em from the clothing line album's on sale
I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on it's nose
It comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, shit, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I
Won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang
'em from the clothing line album's on sale
I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet
'cause I'm with the shit's
I wouldn't hit your bitch
She smell like fish and grit's
Shrimp and grit's, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that bitch
You got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the
Zip to get my fuck on s550 interior
Big and brown like my son's eyes
Every bitch pussy to me is only one size
And she my little fuck thang
I eat the pussy like a mukbang
Let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo
I'm drinking and drugging
Your side bitch and main bitch
Call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through they nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body
It's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like
Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon
Motherfucker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a shit
I come right over to your table
And flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking
Bitch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo bitch, get the fuck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with
Your lips all chalky in the Trans Am
You could feel the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm high all four seasons
Hand wash my drawers and hang
'em from the clothing line album's on sale
I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on it's nose
It comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, shit, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I
Won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
Hand wash my drawers and hang
'em from the clothing line album's on sale
I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
The gun strapped behind the toilet
'cause I'm with the shit's
I wouldn't hit your bitch
She smell like fish and grit's
Shrimp and grit's, death and pure wickedness
I'm the weed man to that bitch
You got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the
Zip to get my fuck on s550 interior
Big and brown like my son's eyes
Every bitch pussy to me is only one size
And she my little fuck thang
I eat the pussy like a mukbang
Let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo
I'm drinking and drugging
Your side bitch and main bitch
Call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I'm mackin' hoes
Make a fiend sniff crack through they nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo