Twin Peugots (feat. Big Body Bes, Mac Miller) - 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

Jump tumble

Front flips off the roof like a stunt double

My shorty doing kegels for her cunt 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 fuck

Now every meal is calamari and boudin blanc

Saddam Hussein guns

Held by nuns who do drugs while beige hard bottoms slide on the new rug

Pinky up

The joint thicker than Pinky’s butt

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

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 asshole

I need that first class dough (x2)

It’s me Big Body

Who the fuck else?

You gotta pardon my absence man

I just came back off of vacay man

Just spent the whole fucking weekend up in Orchard Beach

Living the fucking life

I was out there Wildin

Had your moms on the motherfucking boogie board

Doing all types of stunts

But now I’m back though

Ain’t shit changed

Just came back, check my motherfucking emails

Got more motherfucking deals on the table

Don’t even know what the fuck to do now

Shit

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 shit changed still loitering

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 drugs

Now, I’m backtracking and hash rappin' with Action

Throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in passing

Old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the coke up

The type of shit 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, fuckin 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, shit its just fine

So, I read a passage out the Bible as I take a bath

Dry off, Hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave

Bout to say fuck it and form a union

March up to city hall and protest pollution.

(Yes!)