Action Bronson - Ronnie Coleman Lyrics
[Verse 1:]When I'm aloneSmoking weed, sitting by the window in my homeOften thinking why the ***** is it I'm not in RomeIf I had a little motivation, money, and a hot bodyI see it now Brons in the heart-throbbyNo more pigging out, binging on the late nightNo more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tightNo more packing hot dogs on my neck right by the fade right40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid rightI'm eating salad but I'm leaving off the croutonsCause ever since... huskier than yukonSavings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the couponsPassing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futonLock the refrigerator, there's no controlling meSteak and chocolate got they mutha*****in hold on meAin't trying to be laid in a box, roses on meBronsolino running 5 miles for the glory[Interlude:]Let's go, 20 more to go baby boyYo you want that... by the crotch right?Yeah let's go (I want it)Gimme some pushupsGimme some dips (I can't no more)Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!)Yeah you want that steak dinner don't you? (AAAAH)Your gunna work that sandwich off now (I need Marshmallows!)Yeah let's *****in go20 more miles, let's go you fat *****(AH MARSHMALLOWS GIVE IT TO ME)You mother*****er you, ***** you![Verse 2:]From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbequeI'm getting twisted eating chicken with a prostituteAn hour later eat the burger with my drug dealerThen add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realerEvery five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happenedSneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrappingI don't want know one to know that I took itCause I'm a no good... ay yo fry the mayonnaise manLife is a shmorgishborg to me and I'm a over do itI wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don't cut itNot the type that show the package with the crystal studdedThe shit they model in Milan that's looking crispy custom5 and 6 *****es, lickin' my dick twitchesServe up a facial, miss the Belgium *****es dismiss emFor now I'll take what I can get till this shit switchesWhatever ***** you stupid *****Yo here's to the drugs of heavenHere's to beef ribsExtended lunch time I eat enough for three kidsGo on a diet, then fall off because I'm weak kidSince I was young I'm eatin' candy on the sneak tipMy day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterolThough at my height and weight I'm probably still the best at ballI'm tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at allI bet I have your lady humming on my testacles[Outro:]Yeah, BronsolinoBout to be *****in, summer time in the winterShirtless
