Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocoa Butter , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Well Done, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2011
Record label: Dcide
Song language: English
Cocoa Butter |
| Albanian style: rock leathers in the sand |
| I’ll shoot my cousin for nothing: dominant man |
| Go visit fam with no problems — on some normal shit |
| Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit |
| Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of water |
| Watch it mix, turn white like the Duchess' daughter |
| I’m in the corner puffing Ganja with the musky odor |
| Destination back of your throat — cup of soda |
| Uh. |
| This is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect: Figaro |
| My uniform Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my |
| short sets |
| The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the words |
| This is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid |
| Naked gun, the serial is scratched off |
| Armed like Rocket in his prime, blast off |
| On and on, push it through, we won |
| Never stop till the day we there |
| On and on, push it through, we won |
| Never stop till the day we there |
| Push your seat back. |
| The Rickey Henderson of rap |
| Jets hat, underneath a little blubber lie the 6 pack |
| Summer time I cop the musket with the kick back |
| Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit that |
| This happens continuously throughout the night |
| Now my eyes are like diamonds, that’s looking blue-ish in the light |
| Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor, and optimism |
| Never stop it till we’re coastal on the aqua mission |
| Reach my hand in the water and grab a tuna |
| Silhouette you see reflection of light, right off the Mezzaluna |
| That’s a half moon, wavy like my man’s fade |
| The European carry-all. |
| Color: tan, suede |
| Handmade, hand blades, carve up your features, I’m a creature |
| Section 39 — I’m in the bleachers |
| Fiends get washed up like turtles on the beaches |
| It’s mating season make the verbal for your speakers |
| On and on, push it through, we won |
| Never stop till the day we there |
| On and on, push it through, we won |
| Never stop till the day we there |
| Ill prosciutto. |
| legend, Phil Rizzuto |
| Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it crudo |
| That’s raw, now I declare war |
| You in the women’s league |
| I show you how a man score |
| Look at my beard and my body like a grizzly |
| I’m shoulder pressing 3 plates |
| Obama — EBT. |
| I’m a G. Supermarket sweepstakes |
| Still drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate |
| The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, flow fever |
| More than likely digging in your ho’s beaver |
| Drug smoke to my neck just like a turkey |
| Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsy. |
| no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey |
| Square Tyson and I’m in the mountains eating rare bison |
| Clam chowder, you ain’t fucking with this man-power |
| Straight from Queens, where we’re known to make your plans sour |
| On and on, push it through, we won |
| Never stop till the day we there |
| On and on, push it through, we won |
| Never stop till the day we there |