[Intro:]
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That's right!
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Bam Bam in the mother fucking building
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Queens, New York
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Straight up!
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Drop that shit
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It's me!
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I built this shit, yeah!
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Let me begin, baby, my name is Bronsoliño
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All I see is C notes, silk shirts at the casino
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It's time to take those leather pants off,
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this ain't no dance off!
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I know your hands soft,
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You're on the menu like the lamb broth!
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This is a grown man's sport
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And, dog, I leave a motherfucker laid out on the handball court.
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I never brag and boast, I'm fire out the dragon's nose
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My words pronounced just like your camel toe
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And every whip in the garage laced
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Keep that thing in the guitar case,
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Bait the cops into a car chase!
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Crash the mother fucking Jeep into the venue
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You better pray to God it's straight to Heaven where they send you.
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(I see you!)
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Ah, why the fuck would I have a bodyguard,
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If I look just like the mother fucking bodyguard?
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Baby hair curls on my forehead, leave your whore dead!
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' that four times, four door and draw lead
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I'm underground and I need more bread,
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And I need more head
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From some bitches straight from Morehead
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State your business cause I'm busy tanning naked
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My joint is shaking while I'm wearing bracelets
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(I see you!)
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Uh, your words are tasteless, your taste is basic
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My taste in Asics will lead your fucking spaceship into Matrix
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This place I made is quite spacious
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And dog I'm not the one to fucking play with
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Hear me?
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Silverado
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| Action Bronson |
