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Action Bronson - KOMPRESSOR Lyrics



Action Bronson - KOMPRESSOR Lyrics
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[ Featuring Larry June ]

Uh-huh (uh-huh)
It's me (it's him)
Who the f*ck else? (Aye yi yi)
(Come on, man)
Squats
What a view, huh?
Shoulders
What a f*cking view
Back
What a f*cking view
Neck
Legs, legs (you know me)

Always coming through (uh)
In other news pulling big bazookas out the bubble Goose (uh)
Hunting for the truth (hunting)
Rub something to numb up my tooth
Then wrap the rope around my waist and jump from the roof
As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom
Man, how you trying to be a thug in front of the moon? (Come on, man)
And why you trying to pull the rug up from up under the goon? (Come on, man)

I'm backstage doing nunchucks (uh)
Straight from Queens, Baklava, baby, one love (it's me)
Don't try to hit me with the fist bump, dawg (nah)
I don't f*ck with chipmunks (uh-uh)
Acting like they shit don't stunk (uh)
Catching alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (that's a f*cking sick dunk)
Triple toe lutz (uh)
And when I sing Ginuwine songs these bitches go nuts (I'm so anxious)
Before forty, I'm trying to be ripped as f*ck (uh)
I purchased dick sucks for forty bucks before (I did)
And that's a bargain if you ask me (it is)
I'm known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that's it (uh)
That's it

And I need my motherf*cking initials (that's it)
Embroidered on every towel in this motherf*cker
All Turkish cotton
Talk my shit
Ay, ay, ay, ay

Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot (damn)
I'm Magnum, P.I. In this F8 whoop down but could've took the other drop (uh)
I'm looking at Alcatraz, driving two miles per hour
Fix my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand
Stopped by the deli, she on the call, it's gon' be an hour
I'm somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower
A four and a nickel in the stash spot when I slide
Fingerprinted safe, it's a camera when you look inside
I hopped out looking like Shaft, I'm a whole mood
I'm dozing off counting old hundreds in this vintage Coog'
My bitch got a Range she ain't drove since 2022
You f*cked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie
My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I'm watching Tubi
Popping wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my Tumi
Recess lights in my garage bouncing off the paint
Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank, what's happening?

Yayo, está fuego
Gracias, gracias
F*cking fuego, fire
Me gusta mucho está, woo
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English

Uh-huh (uh-huh)
It's me (it's him)
Who the f*ck else? (Aye yi yi)
(Come on, man)
Squats
What a view, huh?
Shoulders
What a f*cking view
Back
What a f*cking view
Neck
Legs, legs (you know me)

Always coming through (uh)
In other news pulling big bazookas out the bubble Goose (uh)
Hunting for the truth (hunting)
Rub something to numb up my tooth
Then wrap the rope around my waist and jump from the roof
As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom
Man, how you trying to be a thug in front of the moon? (Come on, man)
And why you trying to pull the rug up from up under the goon? (Come on, man)

I'm backstage doing nunchucks (uh)
Straight from Queens, Baklava, baby, one love (it's me)
Don't try to hit me with the fist bump, dawg (nah)
I don't f*ck with chipmunks (uh-uh)
Acting like they shit don't stunk (uh)
Catching alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (that's a f*cking sick dunk)
Triple toe lutz (uh)
And when I sing Ginuwine songs these bitches go nuts (I'm so anxious)
Before forty, I'm trying to be ripped as f*ck (uh)
I purchased dick sucks for forty bucks before (I did)
And that's a bargain if you ask me (it is)
I'm known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that's it (uh)
That's it

And I need my motherf*cking initials (that's it)
Embroidered on every towel in this motherf*cker
All Turkish cotton
Talk my shit
Ay, ay, ay, ay

Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot (damn)
I'm Magnum, P.I. In this F8 whoop down but could've took the other drop (uh)
I'm looking at Alcatraz, driving two miles per hour
Fix my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand
Stopped by the deli, she on the call, it's gon' be an hour
I'm somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower
A four and a nickel in the stash spot when I slide
Fingerprinted safe, it's a camera when you look inside
I hopped out looking like Shaft, I'm a whole mood
I'm dozing off counting old hundreds in this vintage Coog'
My bitch got a Range she ain't drove since 2022
You f*cked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie
My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I'm watching Tubi
Popping wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my Tumi
Recess lights in my garage bouncing off the paint
Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank, what's happening?

Yayo, está fuego
Gracias, gracias
F*cking fuego, fire
Me gusta mucho está, woo
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Writer: Ariyan Arslani, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Tom Paladino
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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Performed By: Action Bronson
Featuring: Larry June
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Ariyan Arslani, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Tom Paladino

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