And out of town, they love and worship him just the same, if not more. Action Bronson is a hero in his hometown, baby. What started simply as blog buzz in 2011 has gone right into a full-blown cult following, with fans across the world showing their adoration for the husky, big-bearded hunk with blunted bars of steel. It’s been a wild and crazy ride for the Flushing, Queens, chef turned MC and rapper leading up to this moment. Wonderful, is finally here, and what better way to celebrate its release than by counting down his 25 best songs.
Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Action Bronson’s long-awaited major label debut album, Mr. Wonderful Album Lyrics1.Baby Blue2.Baby Blue (feat. I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your faceĬut my losses, How Delilah changed my locks to fade I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuckĪnd your headphones short, and your charger don't work I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope you never get off Fridays, and you work at Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20s I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope you get a paper cut, on your tongue Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous just like a horse is I gotta go you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is nextĪnd I understand that's only cause I'm popular The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce Go on a date I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me Others would hate but I don't give em no breath Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh Wait till the chick see me on tv, I make the shit look easyĪnd you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately There were times I used to hide my feelings Understandable I'm shining brilliant, with 5 Brazilians Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Girl we grown, stop playing on my phone babyĪll your childish attempts to make me angry fall short I paid for that crib and never stepped foot inĪnd now somebody else is eating all the pudding I paid for the bed and never even slept in it Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
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