Action Bronson, Conway The Machine - Tongpo lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Conway The Machine - Tongpo lyrics]
Turbo ha ha haha
Ah, yeah, yeah doctor Baklava, motherfucker
Uh, uh yeah, Queens shit (Ha ha haha)
Hit the button on the ejection seat
'Cause I don't want no
Motherfuckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin' ecstasy
Make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your bitch's first selection
When it comes to penis
Have her squirting in the car while
We listen to a T-Pain G-mix
Come down the spiral staircase
Like hair on Hasidics, hail Caesar
I don't know shit about jail either
Malе divas with frail features get takеn to
A "Hell in a Cell" arena laid in the dirt
Face gettin' placed on a shirt
Lift your little fuckin' body in the air
And send it straight through the earth
(Ha ha haha) take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only drive it twenty miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping across the
Floor of the Bellagio
Bitch thought I was Craig Biggio
But I am not, ho
I am the number one vato that'll choke
A motherfucker out with Mr socko
A young DiCaprio also
With a more muscular torso (Ha ha haha)
Uh, tell your fam I'll have to
Meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit 'em with the crossbow
Like AI hit Jordan with the crossover
Bitch, I'll take your lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, bitch
I put you in a Fendi casket
Fendi pillow matchin', look at him relaxin'
(Look at him) seen an obituary picture
And continue laughin' (Ha ha ha)
Machine, got mini-MAC when you
See him in traffic (Uh, huh)
This ain't no cap, we really whack shit, boy
We really active (Brr)
Uh, used to have the dope
Money and the mattress, yeah
('Kay)
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic
(Talk to 'em)
Remember we ain't really had shit now
I'm fuckin' a skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties
I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully, in school
I ain't pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas
With they masters (Woo)
Uh, if we spin it back
That'd be really tragic (Uh, huh)
I don't think them niggas fully grasp it
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see titties, I'm like
"Let me grab it" (Come here)
Then I said I'm not a pervert
I'm just half Italian (Ha ha ha)
Ayy, why y'all laughin', nigga? (Ha ha haha)
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho slut
Bimbo, fuck them niggas
We gon' slide, we gon' pull up
We gon' end your luck
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin' an end to any
Nigga that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr) hahaha
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo
Ah, yeah, yeah doctor Baklava, motherfucker
Uh, uh yeah, Queens shit (Ha ha haha)
Hit the button on the ejection seat
'Cause I don't want no
Motherfuckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin' ecstasy
Make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your bitch's first selection
When it comes to penis
Have her squirting in the car while
We listen to a T-Pain G-mix
Come down the spiral staircase
Like hair on Hasidics, hail Caesar
I don't know shit about jail either
Malе divas with frail features get takеn to
A "Hell in a Cell" arena laid in the dirt
Face gettin' placed on a shirt
Lift your little fuckin' body in the air
And send it straight through the earth
(Ha ha haha) take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only drive it twenty miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping across the
Floor of the Bellagio
Bitch thought I was Craig Biggio
But I am not, ho
I am the number one vato that'll choke
A motherfucker out with Mr socko
A young DiCaprio also
With a more muscular torso (Ha ha haha)
Uh, tell your fam I'll have to
Meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit 'em with the crossbow
Like AI hit Jordan with the crossover
Bitch, I'll take your lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, bitch
I put you in a Fendi casket
Fendi pillow matchin', look at him relaxin'
(Look at him) seen an obituary picture
And continue laughin' (Ha ha ha)
Machine, got mini-MAC when you
See him in traffic (Uh, huh)
This ain't no cap, we really whack shit, boy
We really active (Brr)
Uh, used to have the dope
Money and the mattress, yeah
('Kay)
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic
(Talk to 'em)
Remember we ain't really had shit now
I'm fuckin' a skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties
I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully, in school
I ain't pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas
With they masters (Woo)
Uh, if we spin it back
That'd be really tragic (Uh, huh)
I don't think them niggas fully grasp it
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see titties, I'm like
"Let me grab it" (Come here)
Then I said I'm not a pervert
I'm just half Italian (Ha ha ha)
Ayy, why y'all laughin', nigga? (Ha ha haha)
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho slut
Bimbo, fuck them niggas
We gon' slide, we gon' pull up
We gon' end your luck
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin' an end to any
Nigga that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr) hahaha
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo