Action Bronson - 1000 Pounds lyrics

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Action Bronson - 1000 Pounds lyrics

Verse 1:Labba Uhh Who test these fat n***as I beat ya b**h with a bat n***a f** yall the AK to ya liver Motherf**er sayin they gon pray And they pray for my downfall Rob a rapper for his Audemar He f**in ran lke the Autobahn p**y n***a this is Crookton You just muthaf**in know If you come touch mine See the coroner line The lastest to f**ing pound pavements Phantom engraved need the hoody for the Ac Laser cut key sh** these are the evils The liquid diesel call it Pimp C'page UGK forever tougher than leather Nobody does it better Im sonnin'em They against me like abortion f** yall haters f** those rockin gators (Verse 2:Action Bronson) Good coke cut cold cuts There she blows the bottom of my whole nuts Now every table set and laced up with the gold crust Stuff some d** in the middle of the ho's bu*t Cuz we wildin' off the boat Albanians cannibals Queens county Stick you for your rings only sing for a kings bounty Cuz if you wanted to cop it i feed them brownies Oakleys be the optics eat tapas and drink cabby Baby veal neck stew wildin' like Winona Ryder Face in magazines divas dug Al down at the s*ut house Enter her bu*t mouth breakin' an bust down Open my eyes inhale and blow the d** out 80's bush smoke blue mercedes kush Ass fat waist small like an asian foot Kick sh** Miroslav Klose i drink piss of the purified cobra (Verse 3:Ike Eyes) Stock in the block skyrocketed thru the roof Core of the rotten apple eating at the roots Solo acts and duos I eat up your whole group Backpack trapper duece fever in the boot My ol' head taught me all the tricks to the drug trade Dont make the same mistakes that love made Your best friends a dollar in your pockets And ya stash ain't right if you can fit it in your wallet Hank Moody of rappin fat b**h stank booty clappin Back to the live action Break night take flight pipe smokers rail rippers Hungry hounds on the trail tail sniffers It was all love til' the d** blurred my thinking Lap full of work in the backseat of a Lincoln Waitin' at the coast for the loads to wash ashore This ain't enough Im gonna need more 1000 pounds (Outro scrathces by PF Cuttin)