Ronnie Coleman Lyrics - Dr. Lecter - Action Bronson

[Verse 1:] 

When I'm alone 

Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home 

Often thinking why the fuck is it I'm not in Rome 

If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body 

I see it now Brons in the heart-throbby 

No more pigging out, binging on the late night 

No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight 

No more packing hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right 

40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right 

I'm eating salad but I'm leaving off the croutons 

Cause ever since... huskier than yukon 

Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons 

Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon 

Lock the refrigerator, there's no controlling me 

Steak and chocolate got they muthafuckin hold on me 

Ain't trying to be laid in a box, roses on me 

Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory 

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[Interlude:] 

Let's go, 20 more to go baby boy 

Yo you want that... by the crotch right? 

Yeah let's go (I want it) 

Gimme some pushups 

Gimme some dips (I can't no more) 

Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!) 

Yeah you want that steak dinner don't you? (AAAAH) 

Your gunna work that sandwich off now (I need Marshmallows!) 

Yeah let's fuckin go 

20 more miles, let's go you fat fuck 

(AH MARSHMALLOWS GIVE IT TO ME) 

You motherfucker you, fuck you! 

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[Verse 2:] 

From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque 

I'm getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute 

An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer 

Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer 

Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened 

Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping 

I don't want know one to know that I took it 

Cause I'm a no good... ay yo fry the mayonnaise man 

Life is a shmorgishborg to me and I'm a over do it 

I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don't cut it 

Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded 

The shit they model in Milan that's looking crispy custom 

5 and 6 bitches, lickin' my dick twitches 

Serve up a facial, miss the Belgium bitches dismiss em 

For now I'll take what I can get till this shit switches 

Whatever fuck you stupid bitch 

Yo here's to the drugs of heaven 

Here's to beef ribs 

Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids 

Go on a diet, then fall off because I'm weak kid 

Since I was young I'm eatin' candy on the sneak tip 

My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol 

Though at my height and weight I'm probably still the best at ball 

I'm tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all 

I bet I have your lady humming on my testacles 

[Outro:] 

Yeah, Bronsolino 

Bout to be fuckin, summer time in the winter 

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