Party Supplies - Twin Peugots lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson] Am I rapping or what? I can't hear the headphones yeah Turn me up in the headphones Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Ok, alright [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Jump tumble Front flips off the roof like a stunt double My shorty doing kegels for her c*nt muscle Keep her shaped up The M3 all green fly like a strange duck My dad was right when he said I was a deranged f** Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc Saddam Hussein guns Held by nuns who do d** while beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug Pinky up The joint thicker than Pinky's bu*t Just as stinky Nick Van Exel with the handle, Helsinki Eggs Rothko The handmade suit cloth hang out the sports coat Twenty three and a half feet on the sports boat Brown vest made of suede on my torso Close my eyes, inhale deep, sail free Blind fury, hoppin' out the braille jeep Serve me snails to eat No ham and cheese I'm tanning The 540i, color salmon Smoke a cannon Push the seat back Put your feet up Roll my weed up [Bridge] Why's it feel like my life is moving fast, yo? Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow I need a chick to hide the hammer in her a**hole I need that first cla** dough(x2) [Verse 2: Big Body Bes] It's me Big Body Who the f** else? You gotta pardon my absence man I just came back off of vacay man Just spent the whole f**ing weekend up in Orchard Beach Living the f**ing life I was out there Wildin Had your moms on the motherf**ing boogie board Doing all types of stunts But now I'm back though Ain't sh** changed Just came back, check my motherf**ing emails Got more motherf**ing deals on the table Don't even know what the f** to do now sh** Oh my god You can still see me though Out there on Fulton street at 3 in the morning Bench pressin' a fiend Ain't sh** changed still loitering [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Ok, Ok I'm relyin' on Viacom to keep my lights and fire on Made a deal with Lucifer, said, "give me the universe" (Every Single Planet) It hurts kind of like losing your first love I saw the bright lights and started doing the worst d** Now, I'm backtracking and hash rappin' with Action Throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in pa**ing Old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the coke up The type of sh** to turn a World War into a Polka Polo'd up, the double RL icon Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python Listening to Lionel Richie, f**in with the lights on Rice on the table, have us going all night long (Again, and again, and again) Rooftops, sippin on some red wine Start to realize I've been trippin, sh** its just fine So, I read a pa**age out the Bible as I take a bath Dry off, Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave Bout to say f** it and form a union March up to city hall and protest pollution. (Yes!)