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ACTION BRONSON lyrics : "Imported Goods"

[Verse 1:]
Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs
'95: younger Bronson on the fast track

To blast gat now I'm looking past that
I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ
I put the work in the downtime I'm cooking lamb

A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam
Aretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
Or risk the forest where the mother$#&@ing resutine be

Peking duck and large liver goose carver
Swiss Bally's smoke cigar just like a new father
You know the motto jacket to the knee

I can't help if I'm a fiend I had to tap into the
Beat Lord
Spark a seance cause everybody lifted

I'm like the strainer with the $#&@ing powder being
Sifted up
This is Queens Day alleys where the fiends play

You cuffed against all the construction take it easy

[Hook:]

This for my people making sales until they back hurt
See the beast on the creep they let the Mac squirt
(*##$ on the backs that do the dippies on the bikes

And
Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking
My man who just came home and some are going up

Fiends up in the alley sippin Balley $#&@ing throwing
Up
Keep your mind straight focus on the prize

Always diving into thighs blowing smoke into the skies

[Verse 2:]

Bronsonelli the problem we got the party reeking
Never see us starving all my people hardly speaking
When it's time though we form into a single file

Spray the $#&@ing ballcourt without hitting a single
Child
Hop in the Beamer Pigeon popping the nina

Getting top in a steamer scoping rock in a Tina
Hooker that type of looker eat the #~!!@ from the back
Take the children to the school baking cookies

Serving packs all day
Know the verbal is Oscar-winning
You cop a squat to piss in only focused on them rocks

That glisten
Suppositories in the $$# of you the green Fila with a
Horsey how this mother$#&@ing !@$( do

Bet the crib that you ain't $#&@ing with this grown man
I'll E. Honda a thousand slap you with the whole hand
Sex a dime herbally a blessed time

Check the rhyme mother$#&@er better recognize

[Hook]


[Verse 3:]
The eyes slanted from the origami I roll a quarter of

The water
Near the border where you oughta find me
The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning

Air Tech Challenge clay court checks balance
Stay endorsing that weak %#@! my team spit
That mean %#@! like stepping in some fiend's %#@!

Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted
Word got fronted another mother$#&@ing jerk confronted
Post pattern Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em

Flushing mother$#&@er keep a toast up by the gold
Saturn
Little doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em"

Relieving mother's shoes is easier than toe taggin'
Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness
Bronson love a freak (*##$ dining on that Greek dish

That's the a-hole all my people AWOL
Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play
Ball


[Hook]

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