Estaciones Action Bronson (Ft. Hologram)
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[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
And now, coming down the aisle
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon, motherfucker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a shit
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, bitch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo bitch, get the fuck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips all chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm hot all four seasons
[Break: Hologram & Action Bronson]
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose, it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, shit, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
And now, coming down the aisle
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with the brace on
Standing at a weight around 248
Ain't none of it bacon, motherfucker's a snake bit
I spray the whip, make you take a shit
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor's Edge a motherfucker off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, bitch
I'm in the Range lookin' strange as shit
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo bitch, get the fuck up off me
Don't try to kiss me with your lips all chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm hot all four seasons
[Break: Hologram & Action Bronson]
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line
Album's on sale, I'm working on a clothing line
I hold the spine of some foes of mine
If you stand the M16 on its nose, it comes up to my shoulder line
Make a motherfucker do the Dutty Wine
Yo, shit, my fault dawg, speak your mind
That shit is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won't-I won't disrupt you again, my bad
Go 'head
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