Action Bronson - 9247000

      [Intro: Action Bronson]
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Shit, sweep you off your feet
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Like Ryu in the corner
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Shit, man, haha
Smooth, man
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I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, ugh

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
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Yo if I didn't say it's me you would probably think it's Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
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I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
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Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit
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November rain came the same day
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
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Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
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Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
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Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
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Come home and hit the pool hall
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I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It's me, man

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
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I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
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Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't gettin' no head
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You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows
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You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes
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Dawg I hit the best of 'em, mothafuck the rest of 'em
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Well now I'm nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, haaa?
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I should prolly put a wetsuit on
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I'll be right back...

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
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Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
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I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches
Skippin' school bitches, cookin' me food bitches
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All my niggas down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens
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Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us
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College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics
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Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
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Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
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Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
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Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
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As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
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Baking soda required, decided drug dealin'
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Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
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Let him keep totin' drugs if he willin' to plead guilty
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The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie
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Dro can only help me, Backwood and I'm healthy
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I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me, biggest
M-M-M-Maybach Music
Boss

[Outro]
Gm
Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, .
N.C.
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?
What really is a thought?
Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?
Can you or can't you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will?
Seekin' scripture, haha