Action Bronson - It's Me Lyrics
*****ing wax manWhat is this doing to us?Heading towards a magical pathRhyming over African jazzPut the drug inside the crack of my assDo a squat then it falls outSet it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall outCop whatever, put it on the mastercardCome home so I can ***** you really fast and hard"(Yo who the ***** you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard JohnIn the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodonHe had an accident and now he got a plastic armGot paid, got his mom a nail salonGot laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogueRussian, Taiwanese, whateverThey say I'm looking Siamese in leatherLittle red devil on the dresserWriting red pencil on the letterThin slices of the cheddarFold it up make my life betterWe had the lunch at Osteria MoriniI had the calf's brainHalf glass of Cabernet on the PATH trainNew year they still love me for my past fameLike a soccer player call me by my last nameA young Zinedine ZidaneIn Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with momYou might catch me out in Tennessee with wineWon't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swanFly awayShit, won't even dineUnless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan
