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Action Bronson - Tongpo Lyrics



Action Bronson - Tongpo Lyrics
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[ Featuring Conway the Machine ]

(Turbo)
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Doctor Baklava
Motherf*cker
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Queens shit

Hit the button on the ejection seat
'Cause I don't want no motherf*ckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin' ecstasy
Make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your bitch's first election when it comes to penis
Have her squirtin' in the car while we listen to a T-Pain G-Mix
Come down the spiral staircase like hair on Hasidics, hail Caesar
I don't know shit about jail either
Male divas with frail features, get taken to a Hell In a Cell arena
Laid in the dirt, face gettin' placed on a shirt
Lift your little f*ckin' body in the air and send it straight through the earth
Take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only driving 20 miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom crocodile scrapin' across the floor of the Bellagio
Bitch thought I was Craig Biggio but I am not, ho
I am the number one vato, that'll choke a motherf*cker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio, also, with a more muscular torso
Uh, tell your fam I'll have to meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit 'em with the crossbow
Like A.I. hit Jordan with the crossover
Bitch, I'll take your lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, bitch, I put you in a Fendi casket

Fendi pillow matchin', look at him relaxin' (look at him)
Seen the obituary picture and continue laughin' (hahaha)
Machine
Got mini MAC when you see him in traffic (uh-huh)
This ain't no cap, we really whack shit, boy, we really active (brr)
Uh, used to hide the dope money in the mattress, yeah
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic (talk to 'em)
Remember we really had shit, now I'm f*ckin' this skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (ha)
Truthfully in school, I ain't pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas with they masters (woo)
Uh, if we spinning back, that'd be really tragic (uh-huh)
I don't think them niggas fully grasp it, uh (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see titties, I'm like, "Let me grab it" (come here)
Then I said I'm not a pervert, I'm just half Italian
Ayy, why y'all laughin'?

Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl to a nympho slut
Bimbo, f*ck them niggas
We gon' slide, we gon' pull up, we gon' end your luck
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin' an end to any nigga that extendo touch (brr)
Machine (Brr)

(Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo)
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(Turbo)
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Doctor Baklava
Motherf*cker
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Queens shit

Hit the button on the ejection seat
'Cause I don't want no motherf*ckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin' ecstasy
Make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your bitch's first election when it comes to penis
Have her squirtin' in the car while we listen to a T-Pain G-Mix
Come down the spiral staircase like hair on Hasidics, hail Caesar
I don't know shit about jail either
Male divas with frail features, get taken to a Hell In a Cell arena
Laid in the dirt, face gettin' placed on a shirt
Lift your little f*ckin' body in the air and send it straight through the earth
Take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only driving 20 miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom crocodile scrapin' across the floor of the Bellagio
Bitch thought I was Craig Biggio but I am not, ho
I am the number one vato, that'll choke a motherf*cker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio, also, with a more muscular torso
Uh, tell your fam I'll have to meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit 'em with the crossbow
Like A.I. hit Jordan with the crossover
Bitch, I'll take your lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, bitch, I put you in a Fendi casket

Fendi pillow matchin', look at him relaxin' (look at him)
Seen the obituary picture and continue laughin' (hahaha)
Machine
Got mini MAC when you see him in traffic (uh-huh)
This ain't no cap, we really whack shit, boy, we really active (brr)
Uh, used to hide the dope money in the mattress, yeah
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic (talk to 'em)
Remember we really had shit, now I'm f*ckin' this skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (ha)
Truthfully in school, I ain't pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas with they masters (woo)
Uh, if we spinning back, that'd be really tragic (uh-huh)
I don't think them niggas fully grasp it, uh (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see titties, I'm like, "Let me grab it" (come here)
Then I said I'm not a pervert, I'm just half Italian
Ayy, why y'all laughin'?

Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl to a nympho slut
Bimbo, f*ck them niggas
We gon' slide, we gon' pull up, we gon' end your luck
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin' an end to any nigga that extendo touch (brr)
Machine (Brr)

(Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo)
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Writer: Ariyan Arslani, Demond Price, Buppah Saichol
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




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Performed By: Action Bronson
Featuring: Conway the Machine
Language: English
Length: 4:02
Written by: Ariyan Arslani, Demond Price, Buppah Saichol

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