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twin peugeots - action bronson lyrics

feat. big body bes & mac miller
[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-ck
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 b-tt
just as stinky
nick van exel with the handle, helsinki
eggs rothko
the handmade suit cloth i got 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
smoked can, and
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 -ssh0l-
i need that first cl-ss dough
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 -ssh0l-
i need that first cl-ss dough

[verse 2: big body bes]
it’s me big body
who the f-ck else?
you gotta pardon my absence man
i just came back off of vacay man
just spent the whole f-cking weekend up in orchard beach
living the f-cking life
i was out there wildin
had your moms on the motherf-cking boogie board
doing all types of stunts
but now i’m back though
ain’t sh-t changed
just came back, check my motherf-cking emails
got more motherf-cking deals on the table
don’t even know what the f-ck to do now
sh-t
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-t 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 drugs
now, i’m backtracking and hash rappin’ with action
throwing hand grenades at paddywagons in p-ssing
old fashioned soul grabber snorting all the c0ke up
the type of sh-t to turn a world war into a polka
load up, the double rl icon
steppin’ out the limo, tuxedos made of python
listening to lionel richie, f-ckin 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-t its just fine
so, i read a p-ssage out the bible as i take a bath
dry off, hit the colosseum on jamaica ave
bout to say f-ck it and form a union
march up to city hall and protest pollution. (yes!)

- action bronson lyrics

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