It's Me Lyrics - Action Bronson

Fucking wax man 

What is this doing to us? 

Heading towards a magical path 

Rhyming over African jazz 

Put the drug inside the crack of my ass 

Do a squat then it falls out 

Set it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall out 

Cop whatever, put it on the mastercard 

Come home so I can fuck you really fast and hard" 

(Yo who the fuck you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard John 

In the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodon 

He had an accident and now he got a plastic arm 

Got paid, got his mom a nail salon 

Got laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogue 

Russian, Taiwanese, whatever 

They say I'm looking Siamese in leather 

Little red devil on the dresser 

Writing red pencil on the letter 

Thin slices of the cheddar 

Fold it up make my life better 

We had the lunch at Osteria Morini 

I had the calf's brain 

Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train 

New year they still love me for my past fame 

Like a soccer player call me by my last name 

A young Zinedine Zidane 

In Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with mom 

You might catch me out in Tennessee with wine 

Won't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan 

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Fly away 

Shit, won't even dine 

Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan 

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