Mongolia – Action Bronson 

Mongolia Lyrics

V1
Yeah, Baklava
Hologram
(That’s coming out)
Yo it’s Mr. 40/40
Dressed like I’m Treach from Naughty
Young brother that would stretch your shorty
David Caruso couldn’t connect the story
Or solve the puzzle
His favorite murder weapon was a shovel
It’s the Jefe
Spanish women all over my body like I’m Machete, Holmes
All I do is write these Ese poems
Let’s get dusted at the Mets game, Holmes
Like 16 handles
Catch me swirling in the left lane home
I don’t even got my left leg on
Tryna dance tonight
This ain’t your language that I sing
Wrapped up my hands in ice
Me and my brother go together just like lamb and rice

V2 (Hologram)
I eat African shrooms while rapping on tunes
Back in June when I clapped at your goon
My car color blue waffle it’s new and it’s too awful
The Limo driver Rudolpho who off you
new golf shoes
Workin’ on my birdie putt heard me slut hurry up
curvy butt
I need a bitch to go down on me
I mean really go to town on me
Really do number on me
Supplying the leak
A few fiends died at my feet
Dealt a bad hand off a half-gram
Feast or famine
Give you a half Xan
And throw you in the Grand Canyon

V3 (Meyhem Lauren)
Mey ain’t doin’ good that’s a rumor that I heard wearing
Diamonds Eating Blue Fin Tuna
They wanna test me like I’m Bradley Beal
None of you muthafuckas real my N**** pass the steal
Mass appeal Mass production Mass destruction
Crime corruption wine consumption
On a private island wildin’
The sun threw shade ’cause it’s jealous of my medallion
Pitching and then compiling late night like Jimmy Fallon
Louie Silk covered with dice picture me stylin’
My life story is an open shirt outfit
We gettin’ money kid you N**** ain’t ’bout shit