Action Bronson - Get Off My P.P. lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Get Off My P.P. lyrics]
Lace up your Timbs, Queens
Fresh off the blacktop
Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin'
Up a mad plot the shit that have us laid in
Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a vacant
And let his ass rot
174 and autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the paper
Then distribute to the have nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
Long machete, hopping out the van style
Whether fightin' or graffiti
Got them hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with
Your face like a ShamWow
Hands down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words
Raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight
Yo, get off the next man's PP
Be original, kid, get off the PP
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the PP
Yo, be original, kid, get off the PP
Yo, the drugs are rolled up
The money fold up
I love my bitches big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced thin just
Like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea
But then I rose up feet first
My voice is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that
I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, takin form
Just like it's putty, holmes
Hop in the Caddy
Leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good
Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road
Blow trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement
I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn the bliss
I love it when the pussy
Tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken
Started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up
Murder it
Yo, get off the next man's PP
Be original, kid, get off the PP
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the PP
Yo, be original, kid, get off the PP
Fresh off the blacktop
Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin'
Up a mad plot the shit that have us laid in
Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot
I'll leave a bitch in a vacant
And let his ass rot
174 and autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the paper
Then distribute to the have nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
Long machete, hopping out the van style
Whether fightin' or graffiti
Got them hand styles
I'll wipe the floor up with
Your face like a ShamWow
Hands down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words
Raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight
Yo, get off the next man's PP
Be original, kid, get off the PP
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the PP
Yo, be original, kid, get off the PP
Yo, the drugs are rolled up
The money fold up
I love my bitches big-body like an old truck
With their waists sliced thin just
Like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea
But then I rose up feet first
My voice is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a pound of that
I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, takin form
Just like it's putty, holmes
Hop in the Caddy
Leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs so good
Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road
Blow trees through East Harlem
Just put me in a cage in the basement
I'm retarded
German shift, twist, burn the bliss
I love it when the pussy
Tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken
Started cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up
Murder it
Yo, get off the next man's PP
Be original, kid, get off the PP
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the PP
Yo, be original, kid, get off the PP