Miss Fordham Road (86 87 88) - Statik Selektah & Action Bronson

[Verse 1: 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
So it seems
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 b_tch
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 sh_t
Now we livin' lavish eaten salmon on a cruise ship
Laying in a hammock getting hammered with a jew b_tch

[Hook: Ea$y Money]
We want no drama, come here mama
Dale y mamar (yo come here baby girl)
Please don't get so wild, keep the chrome cal
Te deja explotar (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 (sh_t crazy)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
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' sh_t, she looking flyer than anyone on that b_tch
Ocean high yeah I'm on that sh_t muthaf_cka [?] when I'm on that sh_t
Pop pop tops of the Clicquot time to raise our glass up
Right out the bottle, with a model, with amazing asses
Wipe off the ashes, 16 flavors [?] b_tter
Rose out the gutter, we stand around lenses shutter
Ladies grindin' all up on my d_ckie
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 s_ck it 'til my mouth's filled with cum from you)


[Verse 3: Action Bronson]
20 below the b_tch 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 d_ck
Goin right at the head like some steamed crawfish n sh_t
She know up in the club for years f_ck 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 f_ck 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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