Cocoa Buter Lyrics - Well Done - Statik Selektah & Action Bronson

Albanian style, rock leathers in the sand 

I'll shoot my cousin for nothing, dominant man 

Go visit fam with no problems, on some normal shit 

Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit 

Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of water 

Watch it mix, turn white like the Duchess' daughter 

I'm in the corner puffing Ganja with the musky odor 

Destination back of your throat, cup of soda 

Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect, Figaro 

My uniform Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets 

The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the words 

This is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid 

Naked gun, the serial is scratched off 

Armed like Rocket in his prime, blast off 

On and on, push it through, we won 

Never stop till the day we're there 

On and on, push it through, we won 

Never stop till the day we're there 

Push your seat back, the Rickey Henderson of rap 

Jets hat, underneath a little blubber lie the 6 pack 

Summer time I cop the musket with the kick back 

Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit that 

This happens continuously throughout the night 

Now my eyes are like diamonds, that's looking blue-ish in the light 

Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor, and optimism 

Never stop it till we're coastal on the aqua mission 

Reach my hand in the water and grab a tuna 

Silhouette you see reflection of light, right off the Mezzaluna 

That's a half moon, wavy like my man's fade 

The European carry-all, color, tan, suede 

Handmade, hand blades, carve up your features, I'm a creature 

Section 39, I'm in the bleachers 

Fiends get washed up like turtles on the beaches 

It's mating season make the verbal for your speakers 

On and on, push it 'til, we won 

Never stop till the day we're there 

On and on, push it 'til, we won 

Never stop till the day we're there 

I'll prosciutto, legend, Phil Rizzuto 

Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it crudo 

That's raw, now I declare war 

You in the women's league 

I show you how a man score 

Look at my beard and my body like a grizzly 

I'm shoulder pressing 3 plates 

Obama, EBT. I'm a G, supermarket sweepstakes 

Still drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate 

The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, flow fever 

More than likely digging in your ho's beaver 

Drug smoke to my neck just like a turkey 

Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey 

Square Tyson and I'm in the mountains eating rare bison 

Clam chowder, you ain't fucking with this man-power 

Straight from Queens, where we're known to make your plans sour 

On and on, push it 'til, we won 

Never stop till the day we're there 

On and on, push it 'til, we won 

Never stop till the day we're there 

On and on, push it 'til, we won won 

Never stop till the day we're there there, oh oh yeah oh 

On and on, what you gonna do, while you're gone?