They say Bronson disappeared like the AIDS from Magic Johnson's dick (uh)
Truth be told, I been rehearsing for a role, but daddy back (uh)
The Cadillac, could fit like eighty Shaqs, eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles
Let the cocodrillo tongue kiss you
You'll meet that afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run with you
Someone'll have to come and get you but they can't (uh-huh)
'Cause you'll turn to ketchup while I'm chillin', eatin' speca (peppers)
Pickled in vinegar, your bitch look like Forest Whitaker (uh)
In the movie where he played a general (uh)
Every ocean is my f*ckin' swimming pool (ah)
If this wave's breaking on the shore, I'm swingin' through
Land Rover 110, beluga blue (ah)
Never been polluted with the flu (no)
Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe (oh)
Diamond-studded horse shoe (uh)
Eat pussy sweeter than corn soup (uh)
Every day I wake up to the tender sound of war flutes
Catch me on tour, boo
(I got love)
(Have a talk)
Ninth inning, they call me Wild Thing (Wild Thing)
Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X-file ting
They show my face on the screen at the Garden
Everybody scream, that shit's retarded, I'm just an artist
Now the speedboat like 37 feet long, everybody got loafers on
My shorty sayin' that I should sleep more (no)
Tell that chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more
I need to see more, jump in and out of orange Z4's
That's zero G-force, motherf*cker (uh-huh)
Your money smaller than a seahorse (small)
You never even had a conversation with the street boss
(I got love)
Uh, shit, f*ck happened?
(Have a talk)
Action Bronson - Ninety One Lyrics
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They say Bronson disappeared like the AIDS from Magic Johnson's dick (uh)
Truth be told, I been rehearsing for a role, but daddy back (uh)
The Cadillac, could fit like eighty Shaqs, eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles
Let the cocodrillo tongue kiss you
You'll meet that afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run with you
Someone'll have to come and get you but they can't (uh-huh)
'Cause you'll turn to ketchup while I'm chillin', eatin' speca (peppers)
Pickled in vinegar, your bitch look like Forest Whitaker (uh)
In the movie where he played a general (uh)
Every ocean is my f*ckin' swimming pool (ah)
If this wave's breaking on the shore, I'm swingin' through
Land Rover 110, beluga blue (ah)
Never been polluted with the flu (no)
Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe (oh)
Diamond-studded horse shoe (uh)
Eat pussy sweeter than corn soup (uh)
Every day I wake up to the tender sound of war flutes
Catch me on tour, boo
(I got love)
(Have a talk)
Ninth inning, they call me Wild Thing (Wild Thing)
Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X-file ting
They show my face on the screen at the Garden
Everybody scream, that shit's retarded, I'm just an artist
Now the speedboat like 37 feet long, everybody got loafers on
My shorty sayin' that I should sleep more (no)
Tell that chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more
I need to see more, jump in and out of orange Z4's
That's zero G-force, motherf*cker (uh-huh)
Your money smaller than a seahorse (small)
You never even had a conversation with the street boss
(I got love)
Uh, shit, f*ck happened?
(Have a talk)
Truth be told, I been rehearsing for a role, but daddy back (uh)
The Cadillac, could fit like eighty Shaqs, eleven baby MACs, five Scud missiles
Let the cocodrillo tongue kiss you
You'll meet that afterlife with one whistle, you and whoever run with you
Someone'll have to come and get you but they can't (uh-huh)
'Cause you'll turn to ketchup while I'm chillin', eatin' speca (peppers)
Pickled in vinegar, your bitch look like Forest Whitaker (uh)
In the movie where he played a general (uh)
Every ocean is my f*ckin' swimming pool (ah)
If this wave's breaking on the shore, I'm swingin' through
Land Rover 110, beluga blue (ah)
Never been polluted with the flu (no)
Press the pedal of the Porsche with no shoe (oh)
Diamond-studded horse shoe (uh)
Eat pussy sweeter than corn soup (uh)
Every day I wake up to the tender sound of war flutes
Catch me on tour, boo
(I got love)
(Have a talk)
Ninth inning, they call me Wild Thing (Wild Thing)
Gotta understand, baby, the boy Bronson on some X-file ting
They show my face on the screen at the Garden
Everybody scream, that shit's retarded, I'm just an artist
Now the speedboat like 37 feet long, everybody got loafers on
My shorty sayin' that I should sleep more (no)
Tell that chick to take a detour, I need to hit the streets more
I need to see more, jump in and out of orange Z4's
That's zero G-force, motherf*cker (uh-huh)
Your money smaller than a seahorse (small)
You never even had a conversation with the street boss
(I got love)
Uh, shit, f*ck happened?
(Have a talk)
Writer: Ariyan Arslani, Eddie Floyd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group