Action Bronson, Roc Marciano - Pouches of Tuna lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Roc Marciano - Pouches of Tuna lyrics]
Bronsolino, damn been on the honor roll
Sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna-
I ain't like that one yo, line for line
Straight up lambs on the arm, Giambi lenses
Ken Caminiti, Bosworth
Been on the honor roll
Sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer
Bending these young Lola Fellanas
Over ace the test
Baste the breast with the juices
Under the influence of fly shit
I glide like Ovechkin
Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus
Balance be the crispest
Baby girl, you're wylin if you sniff this
You gotta take a piss test
Piss right through your fishnets
Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand
Blam blam a piggie try to put
My fam in the can strictly cop and go's
Until we laid in the Galapagos
Eating tacos, higher than a opera note
We never ride Civics
The Mont Blanc scripted lyrics
It's like avant garde to the critics
I throw you in that armbar with the quickness
Either you with me or bitch
You on the shit list
Bitch, please, picture me in Sicily
The hard bottoms gators is slippery
I just had an epiphany
And now I'm shittin' on
Your whole steez ridiculously
45 fire at ya attire
To break your armor up like fine china
Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er
I hit the diner, the Carolina
Pass the lighter to the
Passenger in the spyder
Vagina splash like apple cider
So fuck your little 2 cents blue
Benz bitches jump like Harold Miner
I'm in the recliner, we traced like eye liner
And I escape like MacGyver
Bank robbers, bang 38's to taste cobbler
And lay up with a case of vodka
Get cake and prosper
Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra
Air you out, leave your face for pasta
Get laced and dip the jakes
In the grey Boxster beige fox, 88 Clarks
Ladies identify gangsters' posture
I'm feeling like J Hoffa
Fuck yall, eat a fat dick with the monster
Sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna-
I ain't like that one yo, line for line
Straight up lambs on the arm, Giambi lenses
Ken Caminiti, Bosworth
Been on the honor roll
Sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer
Bending these young Lola Fellanas
Over ace the test
Baste the breast with the juices
Under the influence of fly shit
I glide like Ovechkin
Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus
Balance be the crispest
Baby girl, you're wylin if you sniff this
You gotta take a piss test
Piss right through your fishnets
Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand
Blam blam a piggie try to put
My fam in the can strictly cop and go's
Until we laid in the Galapagos
Eating tacos, higher than a opera note
We never ride Civics
The Mont Blanc scripted lyrics
It's like avant garde to the critics
I throw you in that armbar with the quickness
Either you with me or bitch
You on the shit list
Bitch, please, picture me in Sicily
The hard bottoms gators is slippery
I just had an epiphany
And now I'm shittin' on
Your whole steez ridiculously
45 fire at ya attire
To break your armor up like fine china
Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er
I hit the diner, the Carolina
Pass the lighter to the
Passenger in the spyder
Vagina splash like apple cider
So fuck your little 2 cents blue
Benz bitches jump like Harold Miner
I'm in the recliner, we traced like eye liner
And I escape like MacGyver
Bank robbers, bang 38's to taste cobbler
And lay up with a case of vodka
Get cake and prosper
Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra
Air you out, leave your face for pasta
Get laced and dip the jakes
In the grey Boxster beige fox, 88 Clarks
Ladies identify gangsters' posture
I'm feeling like J Hoffa
Fuck yall, eat a fat dick with the monster