Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twin Peugots, artist - Action Bronson. Date of issue: 17.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Twin Peugots |
| 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!) |