Twin Peugeots lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Forty
Am I rappin' or what?
I can't hear the headphones, yeah
Turn me up in the headphones
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, alright

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Jump tumble
Front flips off the roof like a stunt double
My shorty doin' 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 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 tannin'
The 540i, color salmon
Smoke a cannon
Push the seat back
Put your feet up
Roll my weed up (It's me)
[Chorus: Action Bronson]
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 (b*tch)
Need a chick to hide the hammer in her as*h*le
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 as*h*le
I need that first class 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*ckin' weekend up in Orchard Beach
Livin' the f*ckin' life
I was out there wildin'
Had your moms on the motherf*ckin' boogie board
Doin' all types of stunts
But now I'm back though, ain't sh*t changed
Just came back, check my motherf*ckin' emails
Got more motherf*ckin' deals on the table
Don't even know what the f*ck to do now
sh*t
Oh my God
But you can still see me though
Out there on Fulton Street, three in the mornin'
Bench pressin' a fiend
Ain't sh*t changed, still loitering