Tommy Mas - Peruvian Desserts lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] (It's me, yeah) I'm the supporting actor The real star be in the jar She don't want to f** me She want to f** my car No Matchbox or Tyco On back blocks I'm like a maestro You plastic muthaf**as get recycled- Tap the 5 wagging on the arm Feet straight from an African rhythm Mac by the liver, fitted cap with the emblem You with the cops pointing people out- What me and my people do, we never speak about- Leave you leaking out! I rock more leathers than R. Kelly Boots and sh**, coupes the sh**, the roofless sh** You take a dime, I prefer my b**hes toothless That only eating baby food and soup sh** I'm only signing if it's lucrative You see me shining out in Budapest With a thick b**h like Lex Luger's neck Into the water, back first, off the scuba deck I'm kind of hungry and I ain't never been to Cuba yet [Big Body Bes] Yeah you f**ing, dirty, little, sh**-stain muthaf**a, B You remember me, man I remember when your moms used to send you to the f**ing store, man For condoms, man You f**ing loser [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] (Straight up, man, don't try to f**ing front when you see us, man) (We all know what was going on, man) Yo [?] spread it out Leave it gently speckled We never been the type of n***as dirty b**hes heckled Swerve miraculous, swivel on beats Late nights might wiggle on freaks Peace to the bad girls! Hard bottles, now we walking on air, son Bottles on deck like a flare gun What's good, dad? Ten thousand dollar pets without cages We grown, f** acting our ages Been scholarly (Straight up, man, keep f**ing around, man) (I'll sell like two of my minks and get you popped with that money, yo) Foot rubs from s** workers f** work cause checks jerk us Dicks never dry, stay fly Lead surplus b**hes in variety packs They quietly snatched Ya'll n***as pay anxiety tax Get your health right Wealth wrong, slang correct Cla**ic fatigues on Floating, rocking Gucci, Skywalking with these on You love it so much that your knees torn It's beautiful Like push your wig back like a cuticle I'm k**ing 'em This fly sh** last forever like a Catholic marriage Block sales, ox tails with a plate of cabbage Rock sales ? never rated average Still dark, stay sharp Got serrated habits We play them same blocks that Glocks fried My n***as bubble white like peroxide It's critical Plus we love the streets unconditional f**ing fat chicks is a ritual We loves that [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] (Marci, uhh) Rap Pack posse [?] Suits with bowties Broke pies, get bl**jobs Gold 5's like a vulture glide Coke in the liner make a nosedive My toast is on the side My sculpture's made of bronze I play the Fonze Ate prawns under the canopy Speaking with parakeets Brandish heat Move mechanically Get to the cabbage casually Pa** the tree Kneel before me on a ashy knee The Black James Cagney of the East Carib-bean feast Barbarian physique Bally's is peach Treasures is buried in the sea My neck is Eric B Denzel in Pelican Brief You're breaded and greased While I get head on leather seats Your Greek letters mesh it with the Feta cheese Aim to please My steez, Duane Reade Keep the banger in the sleeve, n***a Uhhh