Estaciones Lyrics – 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
***’s a snake pit
I spray the whip, make him take a ***
I come right over to your table and flip your plate of ribs
Razor’s Edge a *** off the bridge
Take him to where Satan lives
Hands on fire when them dice get to shaking, ***
I’m in the Range lookin’ strange as ***
Uh, Baklava never salty
Yo ***, get the *** up off me
Don’t try to kiss me with your lips so chalky
In the Trans Am, you could feel the kicks from the horsies
***, I’m *** all four seasons
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 *** do the Dutty Wine
Yo, ***, my fault dog, speak your mind
That *** is fire, yo, my bad
Just continue on, I won’t-I won’t disrupt you again, my bad
Go ‘head
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
The *** strapped behind the toilet ’cause I’m with the shits
I wouldn’t hit your ***, she smell like fish and grits
Shrimp and grits, death and pure wickedness
I’m the *** man to that *** you got a crush on
I knock a hundred dollars off the zip to get my *** on
That’s 550 interior, big and brown like my son’s eyes
Every *** *** to me is only one size
And she my little *** thang
I eat the *** like a mukbang, let my nuts hang
I got two things to say, yo, I’m drinking and drugging
Your side and main *** call me their husband
You microdose while you wifing hoes
I macrodose while I’m mackin’ hoes
Make a fiend sniff *** through their nose
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo