Action Bronson – Tongpo (ft. Conway The Machine) (Audio, Lyrics)

Action Bronson releases a self-produced song titled “Tongpo”. The piece of music features Conway The Machine. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Action Bronson Tongpo

38-year-old Action Bronson has been putting in work consistently, and his fans have noticed. On his most recent project, Cocodrillo Turbo, the New York native linked up with friends like Hologram, Meyhem Lauren, Roc Marciano, and Yung Mehico to create a masterpiece.

On our personal favourite title, “Tongpo,” AB tapped Conway the Machine to spit alongside him overtop of a surfer’s paradise-type beat, which will certainly sound great blasting out your car window this summer.

“I don’t think them n*ggas fully grasp it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) / I feel like Cuomo, I see t*tties, I’m like, “Let me grab it” (Come here) / Didn’t I say I’m not a pervert? I’m just half Italian / Ayy, why y’all laughin’, n*gga?” the former Griselda artist raps on his verse.

Action Bronson – Tongpo (ft. Conway The Machine) (prod. Action Bronson)

Lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Turbo
Aaaaaah
Yeah Yeah
Doctor Baklava
Motherfucker
Uh
Uh
Yeah
Queens shit

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Hit the button on the ejection seat
‘Cause I don’t want no motherfuckers next to me
Seven-foot Sicilians dealin’ ecstasy
Make ’em do the pepper seed
And I’m your bitch’s first election when it comes to penis
Have her squirtin’ in the car while we listen to a T-Pain G-Mix
Come down the spiral staircase like hair on a [?], hail Caesar
I don’t know shit about jail either
Male divas with frail features, get taken to a hell in a cell arena
Laid in the dirt, face gettin’ placed on a shirt
Lift your little fuckin’ body in the air and send it straight through the earth
Take ’em to church
Man, I just copped the 911 Turbo
Only driving 20 miles an hour though
With your bitch in a seat giving me fellatio
Hard bottom Crocodile scraping across the floor of the Bellagio
Bitch thought I was Craig Biggio but I am not ho
I am the number one vato, that’ll choke a motherfucker out with Mr. Socko
A young DiCaprio, also, with a more muscular torso
Uh, tell your fam I’ll have to meet you at the crossroads
Uh, hit ’em with the crossbow
Like A.I. hit Jordan with the crossover
Bitch, I’ll take lost soul
Yeah, you standing in an unsure pose
In the trendiest cloth, bitch, I put you in a Fendi casket

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Fendi pillow matchin’, look at him relaxin’ (Look at him)
Seen an obituary picture and continue laughin’ (Hahaha)
Machine
Got mini Mac when you see him in traffic (Uh-huh)
This ain’t no cap, we really wack shit, boy, we really active (Brr)
Used to have the dope money and the mattress, yeah
Now I beat up mics like Shaq and Penny – Magic (Talk to ’em)
Remember we really had shit now I’m fuckin’ the skinny actress
She like them Rihanna panties, I ordered her a Fenty package (Ha)
Truthfully in school, I ain’t pay attention in any classes
But still smarter than niggas with they masters (Woo)
Uh, if we spinning back, that’d be really tragic (Uh-huh)
I don’t think them niggas fully grasp it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I feel like Cuomo, I see titties, I’m like, “Let me grab it” (Come here)
Didn’t I say I’m not a pervert? I’m just half Italian
Ayy, why y’all laughin’, nigga?

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Look, bust the DWs down with emerald cuts
And turn a good girl into a nympho slut
Bimbo, fuck them niggas
We gon’ slide, we gon’ pull up, we gon’ end your luck (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Puttin’ an end to any nigga that extendo touch (Brr)
Machine (Brr)

[Outro]
Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo, Turbo