Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twin Peugots (feat. Big Body Bes, Mac Miller), artist - Action Bronson. Album song Blue Chips 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: ABC
Song language: English
Twin Peugots (feat. Big Body Bes, Mac Miller) |
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!) |