Willie The Kid - Sincerely Antique lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson] Throw the rice, throw the rice Hand me envelopes of money, man Tap the gla**, break the gla** with your foot sh** Longshoresman, long foreskin Bam Bam, Bronsolino Queens, New York [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Come to the crib with a who*e Make sure she touching the mezuzah on the door Damn she's a keeper Rolled a reefer, tighter than a beaver Full stretch catching balls like a receiver My peoples in the bullpens, no reliever Ho deceiver, fetch the paper like a gold retriever Old h*mos that'll hold the heater Dropping knowledge like a Roman teacher While the d** burn slow, elk is in the oven My silhouette is f**ing stunnin' I'm never cryin' from an onion I'm eating pheasant out in London Trying to get that presidential funding African mud, exfoliate the skin Like Shammgod the way i stay around the rim Kamikaze sh**, Origami flip b**h popping a lip and then I'm choppin' off a tit [Verse 2: Willy the Kid] Black 550s at the wine tasting b**hes bathe in the basin Send him my regards like a bullet from my enemies Sip Riesling, we collect the shell casings, case in point An artisan, steady aim like a archer You see this fine art prevented my departure Two swoons spooning in Belize Bikini models, photshoots overseas Sip Bellinis Real Chilean ba** we order oysters Black De-Vosses, four-door porsches Humidors more moisture, no moissanites Breitlings, Hublots, watchmen Essentially no diamonds at all, ride stock rims Sip Jameson, sea salt for my lady friends 1800 shots, 100 shot clips On the cliff with my b**h, see the solar eclipse Eclectic, ecstatic, disposable money spending sporadic I steam self-esteem, 1200 for the jacket Bored at the smorgasbord, who*e money seek More like the school board Convert convertible tops Fold em like a board game sipping chambord Ballgame [Interlude: Roc Marciano] Game n***a Word up, fat lady singing n***a Like I was saying though Maybe y'all n***as already know These are moments n***as [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Egyptian musk, b**hes blush A vintage tux, the Dillinger's tucked Diamond cufflinks trini cut Pills crush, my riches such is like slush Come through in the clutch Mix the lean with the Crush The X6, whip the beamer truck, I'm deep in the cut Smoked the tree more of Puertos Ricans f** My sh** come with the gentleman's kit Join the fellowship You catch me hopping out that limo with your yellow b**h Spit a capellos, walkin' on petals, raw we used to peddle Get it clicking like stilettos, cigarellos No regular hoes Red bones, credit loans, testosterone My flesh got the coppertone Quick with the gemstar choppin' stone Blocks of ice kept the vodka cold My pockets is swoll Bust a couple shots from out the foxhole Catch you like Sonny when you stop at the toll Solid gold all on my collarbone, only momma knows That bread we never promised hoes Pay homage to those I'm polished to the toe, sip Moscatos Pica**os 12 shells dig in your meat, like a taco The heat's by my co*k though, spit hot when the block got slow Dry Milanos, sly hoes like Nelly Furtado Hit the high note Rock a fly coat I'm just sowing my wild oats [Outro: Roc Marciano] You gotta leet me run free baby I got to leave you baby I got to get my hat, I got to go I got to go, baby Thank you for listening baby Thank you for understanding