Miss Fordham Road (86' 87' 88') Lyrics - Well Done - Statik Selektah & 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 

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 bitch 

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 shit 

Now we livin' lavish eaten salmon on a cruise ship 

Laying in a hammock getting hammered with a jew bitch 

We want no drama, come here mama 

Dale y mamba (yo come here baby girl) 

Please don't get so wild, keep the chrome cal 

Te deja (?) now (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 (shit crazy) 

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' shit, (?) then on I'm that BITCH 

Ocean high yeah I'm on that shit muthafucka (?) when I'm on that shit 

clicquot 

time to raise our glass up 

Right out the bottle, with a model, with amazing asses 

Wipe off the ashes, 16 flavors (?) butter 

Rose out the gutter, we stand around lenses shutter 

Ladies grindin' all up on my dickie 

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 suck it 'til my mouth's filled with cum from you) 

20 below the bitch 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 dick 

Goin right at the head like some steamed crawfish n shit 

She know up in the club for years fuck 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 fuck 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