[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
To the game apply pressure, divide pepper
Design leathers, we fly forever
Fuck the water, we surfin' on the crowd
Me I like my music loud (turn me up man)
Step out the bath after two women wash me
The polo robe is costly, even the tush got a horsey
The 525 is saucy
Smokin' the moss on the porch, we
Steamin' drama like a dumpling
Break the general's torso, only the lord knows
Right through the stomach where the frame of the sword go
I'm on the coast with some cargo shorts on
Ride slow, eyes slow, 5-0
On the creep you should see the way I slide though
Just like the kids in the park, my vision is sharp
The pigeon was carte blanche, the sauce a smidgen tart
Toss a javelin, torch the lavender
I'm fucking stunning bitches weak like a calendar
I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme and you the challenger
And this the Kumite, now what you do today?
From my room along the vert to the terrace where I step
Where my maiden lay awaitin' me to pleasure me with flesh
Live the rest of my days atop a mountain
Everything is free-range, piranhas in the fountain
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