Party Supplies - Flip Ya lyrics

Intro [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Live Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man Never, I'm just executing my game plan sh**, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand I snap the bu*ton on the driving gloves Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug I probably die from d** or while I'm f**ing f** it, as long as she s** dick You see me with a b**h like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back Smokin' drug, you know the potent one Put a half ounce of the crystal in the a**hole of a shih tzu Twist your b**h too, like Brazilian jujitsu When I marry, cop a shower room that sh**s two Sell your p**y if I called and had my chips, boo It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, to take the world over Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda If you ain't with me roll over [Verse 2: Retchy P (Retch)] My mind marinate in drug sauce The private driver's name is Gustaf The cuff links is like a s*ut's cough So disgusting, english muffin With the bu*ter at the Yiddish luncheon With my pimpish cousin He sport the slick-back clean And I inquired howd he get that Paused and said a b**h is a b**h I twist the spliff while I sit in the six The cla**ic LO sweaters sit on the prince Thumbs in the belt loop, as i pose for the pic My boyish element, I blessed your residence with elegance Turning entire rooms into elephants Stepped in the building The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey Ferrari cake at the party Wheeled in by Steve Harvey He had the freshest line in the building He stunted on mine, it was my party And he tarnished my shine got mad and had him escorted out "Vincent, get 'im outta my sight" And Missy Elliot had started a fight Busta Rhymes was on a molly From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey n***ah