Party Supplies - Action Silverado lyrics

[Intro] That's right (sniff sniff) Bam Bam in the mother f**ing building Queens, New York Straight up Drop that sh** It's me I built this sh** Yeah [Verse 1] Let me begin baby, my name is Bronsoliño All I see is C-notes, silk shirts at the casino It's time to take those leather pants off, this ain't no dance off I know your hands soft, you're on the menu like the lamb broth This is a grown man's sport And, dog, I leave a motherf**er laid out on the handball court I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose My words pronounced just like a camel toe And every whip in the garage laced Keep that thing in the guitar case, bait the cops into a car chase Crash the mother f**ing Jeep into the venue You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you Ah, why the f** would I have a bodyguard If I look just like the mother f**ing bodyguard Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your who*e dead Hop out that four times, four door and draw lead I'm underground and I need more bread And I need more head from some b**hes straight from Morehead State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic My taste in Asics will lead your f**ing spaceship into Matrix This place I made is quite spacious And dog I'm not the one to f**ing play with Hear me?