Lyrics Zambezi [Feat. Roc Marciano] - Roc Marciano , Action Bronson

My 8 by 12's considered porno
Grip the semi auto, I don't have any morals
All my jewelry's thoughtful
640 Four door sports coupe
Burberry waterproof, boss moves
Workers fertilize along with horse poop
Lawyers like Cochran
Run in your thot, rocking a cock ring
Break the box spring
Dye the fox pink
Cameos with Cameo
The ladies throw panties
This feel like New Edition Candy Girl
Minus the wet Jheri curl
The black Led Zeppelin
My Nazi sled go from 0 to 60 in less than 6 seconds
This shit was destined
Flicking ashes out the hummer
Kicking asses, taking numbers
Sticking ratchets, breaking rubbers
This is crack, we play the oven
Kidnap niggas' baby mothers
Maybe others, way to mack
Spray your black Mercedes bumper
Pump the shotty, cock the body slumped, dump one
Snatch his link, this shit was slum like Brian Pumpers

Shit, my heart is frigid, I'm an art exhibit
Crash the boat, that's just a part of living
My soul descended from the heavens
And I'm pretty sure I been here before 'cause I can feel it
When the wolf screams, my eyes turn black and I can't feel shit
Spin the wheel, skip, quick like a spinning heel kick
There's only so much that I can deal with
Turning the veal strips, you'll have to learn braille, shit
I don't know about no jail shit
I'm talking to the pilot about the tail wind
Look at this brand I built, hand and wheel
I should've played the point guard at Vanderbilt
Standing still, just hand me the pill
Drive a white van in Amityville
When I hopped out, they like, "It can't be real"
Well ancient astronaut theories speak clearly about my origin
And I ain't talking 'bout Oregon
I'm 'bout to go on tour again, so buy your tickets
And fly your bitch in, fried the chicken
Play me 5 feet, a wise decision