Action Bronson - Ronnie Coleman lyrics

[Verse 1:] When I'm alone Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home Often thinking why the f** is it I'm not in Rome If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body I see it now Brons in the heart-throbby No more pigging out, binging on the late night No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight No more packing hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right 40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid right I'm eating salad but I'm leaving off the croutons Cause ever since... huskier than yukon Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons Pa**ing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon Lock the refrigerator, there's no controlling me Steak and chocolate got they muthaf**in hold on me sponsored links Ain't trying to be laid in a box, roses on me Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory [Interlude:] Let's go, 20 more to go baby boy Yo you want that... by the crotch right? Yeah let's go (I want it) Gimme some pushups Gimme some dips (I can't no more) Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!) Yeah you want that steak dinner don't you? (AAAAH) Your gunna work that sandwich off now (I need Marshmallows!) Yeah let's f**in go 20 more miles, let's go you fat f** (AH MARSHMALLOWS GIVE IT TO ME) You motherf**er you, f** you! [Verse 2:] From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque I'm getting twisted eating chicken with a prostitute An hour later eat the burger with my drug dealer Then add the bu*ter to the fudge to make the fudge realer Every five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping I don't want know one to know that I took it Cause I'm a no good... ay yo fry the mayonnaise man Life is a shmorgishborg to me and I'm a over do it I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don't cut it Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded The sh** they model in Milan that's looking crispy custom 5 and 6 b**hes, lickin' my dick twitches Serve up a facial, miss the Belgium b**hes dismiss em For now I'll take what I can get till this sh** switches Whatever f** you stupid b**h Yo here's to the d** of heaven Here's to beef ribs Extended lunch time I eat enough for three kids Go on a diet, then fall off because I'm weak kid Since I was young I'm eatin' candy on the sneak tip My day is based upon fine d**, cholesterol Though at my height and weight I'm probably still the best at ball I'm tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all I bet I have your lady humming on my testacles [Outro:] Yeah, Bronsolino Bout to be f**in, summer time in the winter Shirtless