9.24.13 Lyrics - Action Bronson

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Waxy 

Smoking that Barbara Walters wax 

Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row I don't give a shit 

You only came around 'cause you thought I had some money for you 

You got it fucked up 

That's for the kids 

And If there's anything left I'll cop a crib 

And If there's anything left after that I'll cop a six 

How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates? 

First course was from the Finger Lakes 

Last course cinnamon ginger cake 

She gave me head during the Laker game 

I got her tatted, trying to erase her name 

No, I caught her cheating, her pussy didn't feel the same 

She was probably with one of the Broncos 

Or LeBron so I blew her car up 

Soon as she try to start it up, nah 

I can't talk about that though... 

Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans 

Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend 

Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd 

Stashed under the sole of the sneaker *laughs 

Fuck 

Fuck man 

Stashed under the sole of the sneaker 

Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd 

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Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat 

Hit him with stacks 

Showed him the gat like 'you gonna miss the finger roll right' 

Fuck 

I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat 

Showed him some stacks 

Then showed him the gat like 'you're gonna miss the finger roll right?' 

Yes Mr. Baklava 

Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car 

*trails into laughter 

Shit! 

Its too crazy right? 

Yo 

Its just fucking nuts 

We just talking crazy at this point 

Photos 

I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat 

Showed him some stacks 

Then showed him the gat like 'you're gonna miss the finger roll right?' 

Yes, Mr. Baklava 

Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car 

Now I'm, sliding 

Ma, your boy has made it, no more 

Crying 

The facial reminiscent of a lion 

Fuck around I'll send you back to zion 

And I ain't even trying 

Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks 

I remember back when they wouldn't spend a stack on my rap 

Now they want to wipe my ass in the crack after I shat 

And I just had corn beef hash 

Ew... 

Yeah 

It's me 

Motherfucking Big Body 

I'm back for the fucking sequel, man 

You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up 

Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself 

I'm over here fucking wiling 

A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now 

Motherfuckers done came up 

Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made 

You know what time it motherfucking is 

So my lifestyle done changed a little bit 

All types of shit 

The motherfucking crib is renovated, man 

All types of fly shit 

I got the new fucking marble floor, man 

That shit is imported 

We just flew that shit in from Connecticut 

Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit 

But you know me, man 

Same motherfucking body 

I'm out here wiling like I never changed man 

This the same motherfucker you know me, man 

'98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver 

It's me man 

The last car on the fucking A train man 

I fucking live this shit 

Done came up 

Pockets was always swole 

Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man 

Fill them up like the fucking gas tank 

God, man 

Psssht 

Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man 

We out here, man 

We motherfucking out here, man 

Not enough to say, man 

But a motherfucking few more things that's what to say 

Shit is fucking crazy, man 

I'm out here smoking good, man 

Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, fucking blunt pack with that up-town piff 

Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights 

All of that, 172, 174 

Wiling 

You already know, man 

Nah, I don't even want a motherfucking ounce, B 

Give me motherfucking 40 dimes 

That's how I want it 

In a brown fucking bag 

Yeah, tato Papi, that's how we doing it, big fucking style, man 

And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm 

That's how I do it, man 

Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill 

I'm out here wiling man 

My name Big Fucking Body 

Shouts to motherfucking Albania 

Shouts to East New York 

Shouts to Lindenwood 

Shouts to motherfucking Flushing 

Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man 

All fucking day I'm out here wiling, man 

Eagles up