Action Bronson and Party Supplies - Double Breasted Lyrics
[Intro: Soundbite]The man is an international starIn recent years he has achieved special recognitionFor playing a man who does things his own wayA-a-a-ac...Br-br-br-bronson watch[Verse 1: Action Bronson]Ey yo, our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungleNever fumble, got the work right by the grundleTwin dick sucks for me and my sonThat's before he was three, smoking weed in the bluntStraight from Flushing where the birds are hanging dead in the windowScent of garbage make me sick, getting head in the rentalGot the lamb racked, pan roasted, laced it with fennelLittle yogurt that be drizzled over might be a winnerCome and see me, angel hair laced the fettuciniHalla make the baklava getting paper cash gavelLahmacun, salad smoking savage at a sarasodaMacho man the taco stand is where the hookers keptDirty dollars gets you ***** catRight in the kitchen where they cooking thatMonteca, architecture art deco, twist the ***** like a soft pretzelI'm such a special guy, I'd rather die than ever testifyYou're soon to see me at the party with a vest and tieShorts, that's my steez when I'm steppin'Strolling down the streets like the WestonsDouble weapons, at my sides and preparing for the show downSpin it like a wild maneuver wiling not to hold downHold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chanceNow it's time to give a man burn[Verse 2: Action Bronson]Yo, you try to ***** with Bronsolini it's a crucial callingGuaranteed you're gonna loose just like the Brooklyn BrawlerMr. Wonderful in short sets, quartetsGorTex the bottom of the feet in case the floor wetFloral scented hand craft and all the mother earthKinda strange, things been funny since my brother's birthShaking hands as if the money connectBlow a ransom on a yacht, have a seat in QuebecRespect mine, exquisite mystique, pretty petiteLittle hookers running wild giving head in the streetBut still, slice your nuts clean off that's with the razorI'm laughing in the tavern and fresh brunos and blazersChillin, spark the pepper...yea, Queens shit, spark the pepper...p.s
