Action Bronson, Shaz Illyork - Mofongo lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Shaz Illyork - Mofongo lyrics]
'94 Roosevelt copped the green card
'99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad
Me libere, weed inside a cigere
Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere
Taco truck wrap hotter than Serranos
You know the motto, dawg, siempre gano
Mi hermano, got the jugo in the bottle
En el camino, burning rubber
Hit the throttle life in the fast lane
Licensed to flash change
Hyphen the last name
Twice when the cash came
Currently I'm moving forward from
Some past pain spit the shit that have us
Hopping out of glass range
Watch when people get some money
How their class change
Cop a crib right by the lake for twenty
Carve initials in the grass
Edward Scissorhands the bushes
Lean on Tempur-Pedic
Smoking seven different kushes
Pussy, pussy, pussy we have black pussy
We have smelly pussy we have yellow pussy
We back by old timers
And young up-and-comers
Plot in the winter then we
Storming all up in summer
Fuck the dime piece, I want a deuce or better
I mean the smoke dimes fine
When they give a header
Gimme a nine or eight, with a cute face
Appreciate it, shoot game
And roll blue eights
I'm on the J train, BK hop off at Myrtle
I'm on one puff away from Dante's Inferno
But I don't want to burn
Unless it's crystalized
Put one high, smoke the pain away
The morning time only a, snapback vintage
Image on the sweater screen-printed
Same tripping, molly got me seeing visions
Lifestyle like
Never slip into your holy superstitions
Wise, if I pull it guarantee
I'm a fucking killer
'99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad
Me libere, weed inside a cigere
Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere
Taco truck wrap hotter than Serranos
You know the motto, dawg, siempre gano
Mi hermano, got the jugo in the bottle
En el camino, burning rubber
Hit the throttle life in the fast lane
Licensed to flash change
Hyphen the last name
Twice when the cash came
Currently I'm moving forward from
Some past pain spit the shit that have us
Hopping out of glass range
Watch when people get some money
How their class change
Cop a crib right by the lake for twenty
Carve initials in the grass
Edward Scissorhands the bushes
Lean on Tempur-Pedic
Smoking seven different kushes
Pussy, pussy, pussy we have black pussy
We have smelly pussy we have yellow pussy
We back by old timers
And young up-and-comers
Plot in the winter then we
Storming all up in summer
Fuck the dime piece, I want a deuce or better
I mean the smoke dimes fine
When they give a header
Gimme a nine or eight, with a cute face
Appreciate it, shoot game
And roll blue eights
I'm on the J train, BK hop off at Myrtle
I'm on one puff away from Dante's Inferno
But I don't want to burn
Unless it's crystalized
Put one high, smoke the pain away
The morning time only a, snapback vintage
Image on the sweater screen-printed
Same tripping, molly got me seeing visions
Lifestyle like
Never slip into your holy superstitions
Wise, if I pull it guarantee
I'm a fucking killer