Action Bronson - Ron Simmons lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson - Ron Simmons lyrics]
Gipsy Salami cheese is from the cave
Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate
Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in Marea
Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea
Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers
Brock Fetch Polaroids bitches named Inga
Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin
Hash between my butt cheeks
Hookers in the plush suite
Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread
Move cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shame
Spit the propane
Relieve you of your gold chain
Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name
Hazelnut spread, banana on the bread
Treat you like a shark
Put the hammer on your head
Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the threads
Fat black leathers leave your
Body in the shed damn
Ron Simmons peace to motherfucking Iceland
Ron Simmons ron Simmons
Ron, Ron Simmons ron Simmons
Damn, your fucking with a pro kid
No triple A I went straight up to the show
Kid while You can catch me out
In Spain on the coast, dick
Don't ever say my fucking music
Sound like Ghost shit
Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty
Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi
Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the bed
They crying in the corner while
Their shorty give me head
Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white
Vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes
Old grapes in the glasses she
Suck me while I'm flaccid
Every summer catch me grilling
Steaks by Lake Placid dabble then pass it
Don't ever babble or get blasted
Bitches ass to ass
Double dildos made of plastic
Remain classic with all this flash
Inside the pan shit
Like Jr griffey smashing homers
Never land bitch
Damn, we never land bitch
Yeah, we never land bitch
Kinda high, never land bitch
But you can see me eatin Lamb, bitch damn
Wild dandelion greens dressed up on the plate
Parmesan crisp, we wildin' in Marea
Doing all the drugs off of Pico and Labrea
Peace to Kings English, sticky green fingers
Brock Fetch Polaroids bitches named Inga
Cunnilingus, Buddy Holly singin
Hash between my butt cheeks
Hookers in the plush suite
Whole grain mustard, 12 grain bread
Move cocaine out of Spokane, I got no shame
Spit the propane
Relieve you of your gold chain
Go to bed without even knowing the hoes name
Hazelnut spread, banana on the bread
Treat you like a shark
Put the hammer on your head
Mock neck sweaters, Alpaca on the threads
Fat black leathers leave your
Body in the shed damn
Ron Simmons peace to motherfucking Iceland
Ron Simmons ron Simmons
Ron, Ron Simmons ron Simmons
Damn, your fucking with a pro kid
No triple A I went straight up to the show
Kid while You can catch me out
In Spain on the coast, dick
Don't ever say my fucking music
Sound like Ghost shit
Born alone, stood strong for half of fifty
Vocal reminiscing of a kid that hold a semi
Old and sweaty, motherfucker shit the bed
They crying in the corner while
Their shorty give me head
Yeah, ice sculptures, Venezuelan white
Vultures Chinese wizardry, long capes
Old grapes in the glasses she
Suck me while I'm flaccid
Every summer catch me grilling
Steaks by Lake Placid dabble then pass it
Don't ever babble or get blasted
Bitches ass to ass
Double dildos made of plastic
Remain classic with all this flash
Inside the pan shit
Like Jr griffey smashing homers
Never land bitch
Damn, we never land bitch
Yeah, we never land bitch
Kinda high, never land bitch
But you can see me eatin Lamb, bitch damn