Ronnie Coleman lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I'n alone
Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home
Often thinking why the f*ck is it I'm not in Rome
If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot body
I see it now, Bronson, the heart-throbby
No more pigging out, binging on the late night
No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game tight
No more pack of hot dogs on my neck right by the fade, right?
40 pounds to go and then you hookers getting laid, right?
I'm eating salad but I'm leaving off the croutons
'Cause ever since a youth, your dog is huskier than UConn
Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the coupons
Passing out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon
Lock the refrigerator, there's no controlling me
Steak and chocolate got they muthaf*ckin' hold on me
Ain't trying to be laid in a box, roses on me
Bronsolino running 5 miles, road to glory

[Bridge]
Let's go, 20 more to go, baby boy
Yo, you want that V by the crotch, right?
Yeah, let's go (I want it)
Gimme some pushups
Gimme some dips (I can't no more)
Let me get some jumping jacks (Gimme a sandwich!)
Yeah, you want that steak dinner don't you? (AAAAH)
You're gonna work that sandwich off now (I need marshmallows!)
Yeah, let's f*ckin' go
20 more miles, let's go, you fat f*ck
(AH MARSHMALLOWS, GIVE IT TO ME)
You motherf*cker, you, f*ck you!
[Verse 2]
From Philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the barbeque
I'm getting twisted, eating chicken with a prostitute
An hour later, eat the burger with my drug dealer
Then add the butter to the fudge to make the fudge realer
Every five minutes, look in fridges as if magic happened
Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic wrapping
I don't want know one to know that I took it
'Cause I'm an over-eater (Ay yo ock, ay yo ock, fry the mayonnaise for me, man)
Life is a smorgasbord to me and I'ma over do it
I wanna wear Italian clothing but it just don't cut it
Not the type that show the package with the crystal studded
The sh*t they model in Milan that's looking crispy custom
5 and 6 b*tches, lickin' my di*k twitches
Serve up a facial, Mister Belding b*tches, dismiss 'em
For now I'll take what I can get until this sh*t switches
Whatever, f*ck you, stupid b*tch
Peace to the Drums of Heaven
Peace to beef ribs
Extended lunch time, I eat enough for three kids
Go on a diet, then fall off because I'm weak, kid
Since I was young, I'm eatin' candy on the sneak tip
My day is based upon fine drugs, cholesterol
Though at my height and weight, I'm probably still the best at ball
I'm tatted up, I have no shame to show the chest at all
I bet I have your lady humming on my testicles
[Outro]
Yeah, Bronsolino
'Bout to be f*ckin', summer time in the winter
Shirtless