Action Bronson - Night Court Produced Don Producci lyrics

Behind door one: There's three things: greed, fortune and fame Door two: You might be happy but nobody know your name Door three: The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence Door four: You on the bench and got the d** inside your favourite Tims Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat - Down on the pavement Diamond laser engraved it Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh Rhymin the best Yo bronsolini fans see hymen and breast Talking sushi grade My flow is linen and the shoes are suede The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid That's for the first course The core burst off and hail We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell Tonight we living life until we say goodnight Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight My time always the right time I'm surfing getting wavy Like hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind Zagat rated thirty foot decor The food and service Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis Never nervous cause I'm ready Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy Artichokes cover spaghetti Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer Ready to tango Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol Paint that precious sh** like Van Gogh Mango, that's for the la**i I love when b**hes sa**y s*utty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi Then I give her a german brunch And now she turning stunts Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes Rhyme bu*ter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak Aged to perfection, that's how I like the veno We rolling ceelo Throw like Marino Cruise in the Regal In overdrive like my libido I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the p**y fetal It's Bronsolino Just like the dutch up Leather loaf and mash the clutch up We getting f**ed up I make the motherf**er beam a [?] up Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres In my defence it's like the '85 Bears There's no jail tales Poetry emotion like I'm Gale Sayers Before Maguire took his first needle Yo we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal - Positioning I know you hear me but not listening We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square Tonne of flair like Rick I hold the pick And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick Get off the dick because we busting now And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen now