Action Bronson - Savage From Sarasota lyrics

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Action Bronson - Savage From Sarasota lyrics

[Intro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage & Arsenio Hall] I'm the Tower of Power Too sweet to be sour I'm funky like a monkey Sky is the limit And space is the place Hello! [Verse 1] Yo, as the clouds shift over and cover half of the moon up The smoke leave my lungs That's my jam, turn the tunes up 2nd Avenue, cruising in a beamer Holding ninas, my feets are featured in a Fila shoe Time to get mine, never see me standing in a breadline Never bedtime cause I'm a headline From here to Portugal, kick it like Ronaldo Mustache like Geraldo Let the money pile, ho Yay high I'm on fire like a gay guy But pause that Raw rap, break your thorax Long, White dick inserted in your who*e's back I'm f**ing hookers straight from Kazakhstan- Borat [Midtro/Sample: "Macho Man" Randy Savage] I'm a Chameleon, yeah, huh uh Chameleon? Uh Huh!, yeah! I'm talking about the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on, yeah And the beat goes on [Verse 2] I smell the ocean cause I'm near the coast Queens breakfast In the streets you could hear the toast pop Probably over some bu*ter In a penthouse, but I rose from the gutter Where's my money? Cut a finger, send it home to your mother Bring your visors back Skin fades, beards with Giambi lenses Big Walkmans, yellow ones, the Sports sh** Bow to my portrait Thousands of horses That laid under the hood that's in the back of the Porsche War stories from my people that survived 'em b**hes s**ing dick that's on arrival Paralyze your spinal cord For smoking d**, I'm on the honor roll Don't get arrested Stuffed the rest in her punana hole This sh** is wunderbar Hard top, 740 German '94, copping soccer cleats out of Herman's Laying in the gra** Out the basket, eating grapes Shorty throwing signs that she wet below the waist Swinging like beyond wall, geishas in the corner Bronson like a spy, giving facials in the sauna Snap my fingers, waiters come Smoking with the lazy lung Every kind of drug is on deck like a Navy gun War stance, one call will make a broad dance And then the p**y coming right up out your who*e's pants No romance, it's straight brutal Body sumo, biting b**hes like I'm Cujo The lane switcher, the grain gripper The soft, leather seat sitter Head while I'm on the sh**ter Bette Midler Flushing, Queens d**h spitter Donnie Baseball, standing on the left hitter [Outro/Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage] Macho Man is right now So sweet as honey Macho Man is on a roll and he can't be stopped, no Elizabeth understands what I'm talking about, yeah Uh huh!

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