Party Supplies - Man & The Mirror lyrics

[Intro] Back once a-motherf**ing-gain Come here mirror, bring yourself to me I want you to see the beauty you've created [Verse 1] Caddy got the brown hard top just like the Créme Brulée Crack it...I mean retract it The b**hes they think I'm attractive That means I'm s**ually active Hang out with actors and chefs Gray Beamer, swing the left, BBS's Flip out the roof, land in a split Handle my sh** Straight from Flushing, Queens Where them hammers get gripped A fiend will s** your dick For a gram of the sniff I been gorgeous, mid-August Twin Porsches, three floor loft Diana Ross, blow my nostrils with the tan cloth Five in the mornin' drinkin' coffee smokin' Kents With the teased hair, doggy everywhere we be's there You can touch, like the coach and the gymnast Baby I been this Pouches of tuna, Ounces of Uma The '89 station wagon, Mercury Sable Forest Green, forest park, Horace Grant It's me