Willie The Kid - Live From the Villa lyrics

[Sample] Live and direct [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Black Beamer, d**h valley Stay in Queens smoke the best Cali Colosseum block veggie patty Cop a n***a dirt mix it with the diamond haze Back to basic I'm retracing all minor days Len tagine, organs with the couscous Making sure these mouths happy Serve her an amuse-bouche And I'm getting in the tushy Cushy mink lay over the Lord shoulders Feet are sharp up to the toe Cheese platters, baskets full of bread Lay your casket ba*tard from the flashing of the lead Playing a** with b**hes, smash 'em in the bathroom Bend 'em over like a [?] Ginger ale, a beverage and a pack of joints f**in' p**y you deserve to win the actor's choice Can't control your bladder and you keep the mattress moist And this motherf**er got a f*ggot's voice man Yeah, Bam Bam [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] White as hell, ride a Clivesdale, put knives to quail White is on the scale, dice fell 9-11 like Steinfeld Reclining in a wine cell It's told like a old wive's tale Trade the story In leather when the weather got stormy And pushed the 740, journey Weed purple James Worthy, burn currency and scurry 300 dollar skullies, bunnies sniffing twenty, sippin' bubbly Range Rover Discovery, my b**hes build country Ass is like a donkey I calmly tap the dime like Fonzie Fly sweater, Bill Cosby, thighs are wobbly Chronic diamonds in her IV You simple simon at rhymin', my sh** is tai chi Die G, supply the fire weed dispensary My pitch is to get rich upon entry This can't be, life is real pinch me No man can go against me I squeeze the M-16, intensely [Verse 3: Willie The Kid] Michael Myers with the mask off Blood on my ascot Scott free, I got away, mascot Rappers animated, sippin' scotch in the Caymens Where the cadence Look what I became, the pain made this Since a human senseless Defend or defenselessness Assault n***as, 12 shells live round in the chamber Black baby Jesus in the manger My n***as mangy, must f** we thrive off of anger Strangle n***as in front of everybody, kamikaze Keep cuts on my wrists, diamonds suicidal Suicide doors freak who*es never bridal I like my women librarian, veterinarians Strict Prespetarian, all white Benz, call it Aryan Blake Carrington, my Dynasty, count carats which Placed like the turf when the earth quaking Tectonics symbotic topics Singing like the Delfonics Hydroponic, tipsy in Tokipse Scheme like a gypsy Risky like bathtub whisky Whisk away hoes You can miss me with that f** sh** f** boy, f** that it's Willie man