paroles de chanson Miss Fordham Road (86' 87' 88) - Statik Selektah , Action Bronson
Beauty
Dior,
Cherokee,
Pinky
Roxy
Reynolds
bouncing
On
the
steps,
slinky
Give
her
something
white
and
filled
with
cream
--
twinkie
Leave
her
blinded
semen
in
her
eyes
--
blinky
Can't
even
believe
I
used
that
flow
I'm
outta
Queens
Off
the
hooker
strip
boulevard
of
dreams
Runways
are
getting
trains
stealing
credit
cards
and
schemes
She
was
laying
on
the
floor
with
honey
mustard
on
her
sleeves
I
said
get
up
then
she
got
up,
get
up
in
this
whip
bitch
We
bout
to
smoke
this
pot
up
plus
I
got
some
white
You
could
be
the
first
to
taste
the
product,
just
a
little
dirty
Had
the
body
of
a
model,
sent
a
message
in
a
bottle
Tell
my
man
set
the
bed
up,
he
built
a
wooden
room
quick
Went
to
the
tool
shed,
got
on
his
hammer,
nail,
and
screw
shit
Now
we
livin'
lavish
eaten
salmon
on
a
cruise
ship
Laying
in
a
hammock
getting
hammered
with
a
jew
bitch
We
want
no
drama,
come
here
mama
Dale
y
mamba
(yo
come
here
baby
girl)
Please
don't
get
so
wild,
keep
the
chrome
cal
Te
deja
(?)
now
(don't
get
bodied
homie)
Eso
te
mata,
cool
it
papa
Echate
pa'
tras
(move
back
gimme
space)
I'm
up
in
my
zone,
hoes
pass
tha
ron
Esto
ta
cabron
(shit
crazy)
Yo
just
roll
my
dutches,
prep
my
outfit
for
the
party
Spray
my
body
with
aromas,
got
the
ladies
actin
naughty
Fine
fabric
delegates
my
people
far
from
celibate
Hardly
delicate
highly
skilled
with
much
intelligence
Walk
in
the
place
jacket
hangin'
past
the
calves
Play
the
shorts
in
every
season
corner
schemes
get
turned
to
math
on
some
5 in
the
mornin'
shit,
(?)
then
on
I'm
that
BITCH
Ocean
high
yeah
I'm
on
that
shit
muthafucka
(?)
when
I'm
on
that
shit
Clicquot
Time
to
raise
our
glass
up
Right
out
the
bottle,
with
a
model,
with
amazing
asses
Wipe
off
the
ashes,
16
flavors
(?)
butter
Rose
out
the
gutter,
we
stand
around
lenses
shutter
Ladies
grindin'
all
up
on
my
dickie
Cause
we
gorgeous
we
forage
the
forest
I'm
destined
for
greatness
we
ballin
regardless
I'm
heartless
so
baby
tell
me
what
you
wanna
do
(I
wanna
suck
it
'til
my
mouth's
filled
with
cum
from
you)
20
below
the
bitch
seen
walkin'
the
strip
With
that
pink
gloss
on
her
lip
And
that
big
cross
on
her
tits
And
she
frontin'
like
she
religious
but
stay
stalkin'
a
dick
Goin
right
at
the
head
like
some
steamed
crawfish
n
shit
She
know
up
in
the
club
for
years
fuck
for
bagels
Her
face
is
weathered
like
the
rain
that
fall
in
April
And
in
her
pants
she
got
a
loaf
of
bread
You
know
the
yeast
she
never
go
to
bed
She
rather
dope
or
head
I
just
don't
get
it
cause
Mercedes
was
a
honey
All
the
ballers
wanna
fuck
her
buy
her
mink
and
give
her
money
Her
facials
disappearin'
and
her
nose
is
always
runny
Dentistry
is
twisted
like
the
grill
that's
on
a
monkey
Lower
body
skinny,
upper
body
husky
Call
em
linebackers
she's
a
character
a
junkie
Still,
she
pop
it
and
the
people
throw
the
pennies
Plus
I'm
here
to
watch
her
give
the
team
a
bunch
of
hennies
cuz
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