Action Bronson - Water Sports ft. Big Body Bes Lyrics

Action Bronson - Water Sports ft. Big Body Bes Lyrics:

[Action Bronson]

Shit yo, it’s like I’m always dunking on Dikembe Mutombo

[Verse 1]

Hang ten on the Donald Takayama

Nose rider, hoes after the show diver

You know I’m talking ’bout vergina

Puerto Rican doped face wearing lana

Drink from the goblet, that was dope, cause I was chosen

First pick on the surf shit

Reverse whip on some shorty keep the iron in your purse shit

Get your shirt lift

I’m into spending hundreds reckless

I’m on some next shit

Chinese staircase necklace, roll in Lexus’

420 SC, yes he

Be doing fucking endos on the jetski

Rolling hundreds of the best tree

Hoop it up, I put myself against your best three

Dunk on Dikembe

If not for minor set backs I would have been paid

Walk with a pimp leg

It’s me

[Big Body Bes]

Uh, yeah

It’s me once a-motherfucking-gain.

Big fucking Body. You know what I’m doing.

[Verse 2]

The work flipped like Ozzie Smith

The whip was Olive-ish

The fact I’m gorgeous, gained acknowledgement

My eyes are sharper than a pilot probably screamin’ Kamikaze

Shit pass that boom bah bah zi

I’m hittin’ skins cuz I’m fresh, smokin dope

Had the homie there, gave the bitch the Okie-Doke

Eleven thousand on the overcoat straight from Nova Scot

Hover on Bo [?]

[Big Body Bes]

Ugh straight exquisite shit

1000 dollar dinners at Red Lobster

Catch me in the water

Using your moms like a Jetski

[Verse 3: Action Bronson]

I spit the rum in the rooster’s face

Born with exclusive taste

Make the Caddy candy orange with the Fucshia base

Make my shorty milk chocolate with the Cuban waist

Gun in the waist quick to shoot the J

I view the lake while I chew the steak

The estate came with the lake, the lake came with the boat, the boat came with the leather seats

Dark skin just like Heather be

Look like a shark in the 7 series

The leather trench with the feather earring

Racing package, better steering

Hide the cheddar in the ceilin’, I’m peelin, for realin’

[Outro: Big Body Bes]

Yeah it’s me man, you know what time it is man

It’s the Motherfucking summer time

It’s my time to shine

I’m out here on my motherfucking glory man

It’s me Big Body

I’m out here, pockets stuffed like my favorite fish

I’m out here living it up man

You know what time it is man

I don’t eat nothing unless it comes on top of rice

I’m out here man living my motherfucking life

Shouts to my moms man, out here wildin’

You know your boy is out here doing big fucking things man

You know what time it is man

I’m out here catch me in the water man

All types of motherfuckin water sports man

I’m out here man, you know what time it is man

I got the bathing suit down to the ankle, the long shits

Motherfucking fly shit from France

Man fuck that Canal Street shit

I’m out here wildin’

Fuck that bail money on me

Stay shut the fuck up man

That’s it man happy fucking Ramadan man

I can’t put up with this shit

Action Bronson - Heel Toe Lyrics

Action Bronson - Heel Toe Lyrics:

Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there)
I like that one (Alright)

Yo, the long trench wear the money in my hand, I dare ya’
To commentate this, find you in the basement naked
Plus it’s raining
She took a sniff, now she dancing like she ?
See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
Seacolors are now late then, kinda resembles fried bacon
I shoot at your crew put the spoon inside the ?
As I said they looking cute in a suit
Shit I made it cool
To be yourself again without nobody helping them
What is that filthy
Yes it is baby I’m a specialist

Domo Genesis - Elimination Chamber Lyrics (Ft. Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples & Action Bronson)

Domo Genesis - Elimination Chamber Lyrics (Ft. Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples & Action Bronson):

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Oh so cocky you can’t stop me in this old versace
Nigga, watch me, in the streets like it’s roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy, giving sloppy, while she call me papi
Taking the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
And niggas’ flow is washy, I’m getting mine’s dry cleaned
Tight scene it might seem I’m selling bitches pipe dreams
Hi fiends, I’m back with a bag of them packed white things
My knifes clean, I see these niggas hating through my ice blings
I’m a bad motherfucker, I ain’t use a rubber
Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed but you ain’t seen enough
A nigga leaking, you gon’ have to see the deacon you stupid sucker
Young Doms say you old niggas should wrap it up
You wack, focus back on the craft
You hardly wrapping up the fattest blunt
Death to that pop hop I ain’t asking much
And stop asking for the collabs cause all you bastards suck

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty deep as Saugus shit, fire starter; squadron
Dodgin’ coppers since, ask her why she droppin’ cuz, it’s probably cause
He prodigious, pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheese
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
Thick-bristle-tight nigga on a bitch stease
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz, whoops
System overload, itchin’ for a foe to poach
Spittin’ like the engine on a motherfuckin’ motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat; missin’ all
Affection for these niggas, redirectin’ all these niggas
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and driving twisty, how he inked up in a swimming pool
Hundred stand against me, I’m a menace, Vaudevillian, sue me
Drivin’ into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy
Bitch, I’m busy cruising
Excuse me

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Can’t even walk up in the church without these niggas trying to testify
I live to die, better that then to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
Hard headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
Mama didn’t want to give birth to a nigga
Should’ve murdered a nigga, I’mma cancer to the youth
Automatics out the roof, three 80 with the weave in it
On sight, scariest prom nights with Carrie
A car ride with Berry, that’s Halle not Brent
Shooting like Brent and his brother
Doing what Daddy had did
Niggas want Grammies and shit, that’s funny to me
Cause since the first take it’s been about money to me
I’m just trying to get what Diddy got, doing what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn’t shit but left me in the litter-box
Give it up and get a job

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Get a job, bitch
I’m like the boss at the end of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level, I can feel the devil’s pain
Only address me by my Reverend name
The good doctor, the good author
Good brain in the good Porsche
Dancing drunk in dress pants like I’m a hunk
Back flip in the jacuzzi forty floors inside the Trump
Front flip into this hot yellow Chinese bitch’s rump
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Mutombo arm
I’m high cousin
Every time I roll the dice it’s 500
When I order wine it’s 900
French chefs kneel before me
End of story, take shorty to the sortee
That’s the bathroom, you already know what happens there
I pull my swimming trunks down
She suck me through the boxer
While I’m wearing flip flops
Shit’s real
Grip the wheel
Lift steel
That’s it

Wu-Tang Clan - Meteor Hammer Lyrics (Ft. Ghostface Killah , Action Bronson & Termanology)

Wu-Tang Clan - Meteor Hammer Lyrics (Ft. Ghostface Killah, Action Bronson &Termanology):

[Ghostface Killah]
I don’t touch that swine
I want that unnecessary beef
You smoke garbage buds
We smoke tons of keef
Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass
And flashing, jack your whole stash
In fashion, keep my goons lined
In an orderly fashion
It’s glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz
Tinted out to spend the night
You ain’t got angel funds is low, stack
Your bitch been ho-jacked
Still scoop her up, bring her home
And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly
Looking pretty toasty
Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley
With a Bin Laden bottle
A Brazillian model
Got the paparazzi jumping
Like they hit the Lotto
Party hard, like I”m fresh
Out of the cages
I rages like Charlie Sheen, I’m vacant
[Verse 2]
You drop your pants at your ankles
At the urinal at a ballgame
I’m on the stool getting brain
From a tall dame, cause I’m 5’8”
Shorty like 6’2”
Feed her coke, locked jaw
Like a pitbull. I was born to rep
You f-cking with a hornet’s nest
Old shooters in the corner like ?
Young boys that be handling the rock
Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar
Got the burch wood lacing the interior
Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria
Only the Fonz, best laced plates
Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Shannon Doherty
Take your temperature anally and orally
Make a batch of home drizzle royally with oil
[Verse 3 - Termanology]
Hopping out the Rolly Royce
Rolls Gold nouveau
Diamond-studded shoes, so
Flyest nigga you know
Puerto Rican version of Scarface
F-ck with the God’s say
Disrespect, piss in your broad’s face
Chains stay chunky like Oprah’s belly
Got the purple and the brown:
Peanut butter and jelly
When I step up in the spot with the rock
You’ll see the popular pop rappers
Go in their pocket and pull out their wallet
When I click-clack, now get up on the ground
Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down
You know Term, I’m the kid with the ‘preme beats
Butter Pecan J Lo, kid with the mean cheeks
Boobies on my gold fronts, iced out note book
Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook
I rode around with all kinds of thugs
High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood