Albanian style, rock leathers in the I'll shoot my cousin for nothing, man Go fam with no problems, on some normal shit from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit Licorice liquor, one cube, a of water Watch it mix, turn white like the Duchess' I'm in the corner puffing with the musky odor back of your throat, cup of soda Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Park connect, Figaro My uniform Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my and on my short sets The Leslie of the weed and the words This is Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid gun, the serial is scratched off Armed like in his prime, blast off
On and on, it through, we won Never till the day we're there On and on, it through, we won Never stop till the day there
Push your seat back, the Henderson of rap Jets hat, a little blubber lie the 6 pack Summer time I cop the musket with the kick Then sit back, stand up, low, hit that This happens throughout the night Now my eyes are like diamonds, that's looking blue-ish in the Like a prism, out hope, honor, and optimism stop it till we're coastal on the aqua mission Reach my hand in the water and grab a Silhouette you see reflection of light, right off the a half moon, wavy like my man's fade The carry-all, color, tan, suede Handmade, hand blades, carve up your features, I'm a Section 39, I'm in the get washed up like turtles on the beaches It's mating season the verbal for your speakers
On and on, it 'til, we won Never till the day we're there On and on, it 'til, we won Never till the day we're there
I'll prosciutto, legend, Phil Marijuana like the pussy, I it crudo That's raw, now I war You in the league I show you how a man Look at my beard and my body a grizzly I'm shoulder 3 plates Obama, EBT. I'm a G, sweepstakes Still vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate The Harper with the low Caesar, flow fever More than likely in your ho's beaver Drug smoke to my neck just a turkey Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van cop Hershey Square Tyson and I'm in the mountains eating rare chowder, you ain't fucking with this man-power Straight from Queens, where known to make your plans sour
On and on, it 'til, we won Never till the day we're there On and on, it 'til, we won Never stop till the day there On and on, it 'til, we won won Never stop till the day we're there, oh oh yeah oh
On and on, what you gonna do, while gone?