Action Bronson - Midget Cough lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Midget Cough lyrics]
Yeah it’s me
I’m here swerve
Light it
Yo i’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC
With the team, money be the dream
I take it multicolor baby
It ain’t gotta be green
On the other side of earth with the queen
I’m from Queens
Shit, 3 different types of forks
For a Monday lunch
Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump
Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts
We rock medallions and such
Don’t even step within six
Feet of my presence
Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard
Fresh pepper did I mention
Steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott
Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit
If these opportunities arose before we
Would’ve been had it
Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic
I been an addict in these streets
In my pants I’ve even shatted
Then sat in it, sadly
Two things about to cop a few rings
And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling
Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course
Porsche with the triple exhaust
Seats soft like a midget’s cough
Coughs yeah, let’s hear that fly shit
Coughs yeah man
Oh fuck
I never thought that this could be my life
Russian mistress and Parisian wife
Always seasoned rice
The animals you find in the jungle
On the table sculpted in ice throw the dice
Leg drop after a big boot
1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe
Dive out the chopper in the water, uh
No splash, Olympic shit
Ayo, the spliff look like a
Shrimp when it shit
Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit
Me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip
Motherfucka I was born to live
And born to fuck a lot
Of pussy without spawning kids it’s me
I’m here swerve
Light it
Yo i’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC
With the team, money be the dream
I take it multicolor baby
It ain’t gotta be green
On the other side of earth with the queen
I’m from Queens
Shit, 3 different types of forks
For a Monday lunch
Tamarind punch, higher than a javelin jump
Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts
We rock medallions and such
Don’t even step within six
Feet of my presence
Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard
Fresh pepper did I mention
Steer the whip with one arm like Jim Abbott
Chocolate sauce over thin rabbit
If these opportunities arose before we
Would’ve been had it
Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic
I been an addict in these streets
In my pants I’ve even shatted
Then sat in it, sadly
Two things about to cop a few rings
And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling
Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course
Porsche with the triple exhaust
Seats soft like a midget’s cough
Coughs yeah, let’s hear that fly shit
Coughs yeah man
Oh fuck
I never thought that this could be my life
Russian mistress and Parisian wife
Always seasoned rice
The animals you find in the jungle
On the table sculpted in ice throw the dice
Leg drop after a big boot
1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe
Dive out the chopper in the water, uh
No splash, Olympic shit
Ayo, the spliff look like a
Shrimp when it shit
Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit
Me and Robert Horry in a foreign whip
Motherfucka I was born to live
And born to fuck a lot
Of pussy without spawning kids it’s me