Tongpo Songtext
von Action Bronson
Tongpo Songtext
Turbo
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Dr. Baklava, motherfucker
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Queens shit
Hit the button on the ejection seat
′Cause I don't want no motherfuckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin′ ecstasy
Make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your bitch′s first selection when it comes to penis
Have her squirting 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 fuckin′ body in the air
Send it straight through the Earth
Take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only drive it 20 miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping 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 motherfucker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio, also, with a more muscular torso (Hahahaha)
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 an obituary picture and continue laughin′
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
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)
Used to have the dope money and the mattress, yeah (′Kay)
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic (Talk to 'em)
Remember we ain′t really had shit, now I'm fuckin′ the skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully, school, I ain't pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas with they master's (Woo)
Uh, if we spin it back, that′d be really tragic (Uh-huh)
I don′t think them niggas fully grasp it
(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" (Hahaha)
Ayy, why y′all laughin', nigga? (Hahahaha)
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho slut
Bimbo, fuck them niggas
We gon′ slide, we gon' pull up, we gon' end your luck
Puttin′ an end to any nigga that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr)
Hahaha
Turbo
Turbo
Turbo
Turbo
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Dr. Baklava, motherfucker
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Queens shit
Hit the button on the ejection seat
′Cause I don't want no motherfuckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin′ ecstasy
Make 'em do the pepper seed
And I'm your bitch′s first selection when it comes to penis
Have her squirting 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 fuckin′ body in the air
Send it straight through the Earth
Take 'em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only drive it 20 miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping 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 motherfucker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio, also, with a more muscular torso (Hahahaha)
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 an obituary picture and continue laughin′
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
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)
Used to have the dope money and the mattress, yeah (′Kay)
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny, Magic (Talk to 'em)
Remember we ain′t really had shit, now I'm fuckin′ the skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully, school, I ain't pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas with they master's (Woo)
Uh, if we spin it back, that′d be really tragic (Uh-huh)
I don′t think them niggas fully grasp it
(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" (Hahaha)
Ayy, why y′all laughin', nigga? (Hahahaha)
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho slut
Bimbo, fuck them niggas
We gon′ slide, we gon' pull up, we gon' end your luck
Puttin′ an end to any nigga that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr)
Hahaha
Turbo
Turbo
Turbo
Turbo
Writer(s): Ariyan Arslani, Demond Price, Buppah Saichol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
