Big Body Bes - 9.24.13 lyrics

[Action Bronson] Uh Waxy Smoking that Barbara Walters wax Same f**ing outfit twenty days in a row I don't give a sh** [Verse 1 - Action Bronson] You only came around ‘cause you thought I had some money for you You got it f**ed up That's for the kids And If there's anything left I'll cop a crib And If there's anything left after that I'll cop a six How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates? First course was from the Finger Lakes Last course cinnamon ginger cake She gave me head during the Laker game I got her tatted, trying to erase her name No, I caught her cheating, her p**y didn't feel the same She was probably with one of the Broncos Or LeBron so I blew her car up Soon as she try to start it up, nah I can't talk about that though… Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd Stashed under the sole of the sneaker *laughs f** f** man Stashed under the sole of the sneaker Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd Uh [Verse 2 - Action Bronson] Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Hit him with stacks Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna miss the finger roll right' f** I Told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?' Yes Mr. Baklava Then I cartwheeled into a aqua car [Action Bronson] *trails into laughter sh**! Its too crazy right? Yo Its just f**ing nuts We just talking crazy at this point [Verse 3 - Action Bronson] I told the driver Lenny swing me by the garden I gotta talk to Pat Showed him some stacks Then showed him the gat like ‘you're gonna miss the finger roll right?' Yes, Mr. Baklava Then I cartwheeled into and aqua car Now I'm, sliding Ma, your boy has made it, no more Crying The facial reminiscent of a lion f** around I'll send you back to zion And I ain't even trying Swing the wood wheel like lumberjacks I remember back when they wouldn't spend a stack on my rap Now they want to wipe my a** in the crack after I shat And I just had corn beef hash Ew… [Verse 4 - Big Body Bes] Yeah It's me Motherf**ing Big Body I'm back for the f**ing sequel, man You know I had come and to spice this sh** the f** up Mr. f**in Sazon himself I'm over here f**ing wiling A lot of sh** done motherf**ing changed now Motherf**ers done came up Whole lot of different motherf**ing moves are being made You know what time it motherf**ing is So my lifestyle done changed a little bit All types of sh** The motherf**ing crib is renovated, man All types of fly sh** I got the new f**ing marble floor, man That sh** is imported We just flew that sh** in from Connecticut Motherf**ers is out here spinning stupid sh** But you know me, man Same motherf**ing body I'm out here wiling like I never changed man This the same motherf**er you know me, man '98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver It's me man The last car on the f**ing A train man I f**ing live this sh** Done came up Pockets was always swole Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man Fill them up like the f**ing gas tank God, man Psssht Shout-outs to my f**ing brother, man, Action Bronson, man We out here, man We motherf**ing out here, man Not enough to say, man But a motherf**ing few more things that's what to say sh** is f**ing crazy, man I'm out here smoking good, man f**ing pocket, f**ing stupid, f**ing blunt pack with that up-town piff Shouts to all my motherf**ing Dominicans out there in the Heights All of that, 172, 174 Wiling You already know, man Nah, I don't even want a motherf**ing ounce, B Give me motherf**ing 40 dimes That's how I want it In a brown f**ing bag Yeah, tato Papi, that's how we doing it, big f**ing style, man And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my f**ing arm That's how I do it, man Wipe it with the f**ing hundred dollar bill I'm out here wiling man My name Big f**ing Body Shouts to motherf**ing Albania Shouts to East New York Shouts to Lindenwood Shouts to motherf**ing Flushing Shouts to the motherf**ing Bronx, man All f**ing day I'm out here wiling, man Eagles up