Action Bronson, Big Body Bes, Mac Miller - Twin Peugots lyrics

Am I rappin' or what?
I can't hear the headphones, yeah
Turn me up in the headphones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, 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 movin' fast
Yo? (I don't know)
Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow
(Bitch) need a chick to hide the
Hammer in her asshole
I need that first class dough
(You understand me?)
Yeah, why's it feel like my
Life is movin' fast, yo?
(I don't know)
Get your own, don't worry about my cash flow
(That's right) i need a chick to hide
The hammer in her asshole
I need that first class dough

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 livin' the fucking life
I was out there wildin' had your moms on the
Motherfuckin' boogie board
Doing all types of stunts
But now I'm back though, ain't shit changed
Just came back, check my motherfuckin' emails
Got more motherfuckin' deals on the table
Don't even know what the fuck to do now shit
(Okay) Oh my God (Okay)
You can still see me though
Out there on Fulton Street
Three in the mornin' bench pressin' a fiend
Ain't shit changed, still loiterin'

Okay, okay 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 kinda like losin' your first love
I saw the bright lights and
Started doin' the worst drugs (Woo)
Now, I'm backtrackin' and hash
Rappin' with Action
Throwin' hand grenades at
Paddywagons in passin'
Old fashioned soul grabber snortin'
All the coke up the type of shit to turn a
World War into a Polka
Polo'd up, the double RL icon (Yup)
Steppin' out the limo, tuxedos made of python
Listenin' to Lionel Richie
Fuckin' with the lights on (O oh)
Rice on the table
Have us goin' all night long
(Again, and again, and again)
Rooftops, sippin' on some red wine
Start to realize I've been trippin'
Shit is just fine (Okay)
So, I read a passage out the
Bible as I take a bath
Dry off, hit the Colosseum on Jamaica Ave
(Yep)
'Bout to say, "Fuck it, " and form a union
March up to city hall and protest pollution
(Yes)