Double Breasted - Action Bronson

Hey yo, our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle

Never fumble, got the work right by the grundle

Twin dick sucks for me and my son

That’s before he was 3 smoking weed in a blunt

Straight from flushin where the birds are hanging dead in the window

Scent of garbage make me sick getting head in the rental

Got the lamb rack pan, roasted, laced with

Little yogurt dapped and drizzled might be a winner

Come and see me, known the hand that makes the fettucini

Holler make the baklava getting paper bashkala

La Majun sour smoking savage out of sarasota

Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept

30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at

, architecture art deco, twist the pussy like a soft pretzel

I’m such a special guy, I’d rather die then never testify

You soon to see me at the party with a vest and tie.

Shorts, that’s my steez when I’m stepping

Strollin down the streets like the westerns

Double weapons, at my size and preparing for the showdown

Spinning like a wild maneuver, Whilin' at them hold down

Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance

Now it’s time to give them man burn

Yo, he try to fuck with Bronsollini it’s a crucial calling

Guaranteed you gonna loose just like the Brooklyn brawler

Mister wonderful in shorts, cortex, gortex

The bottom of the feet in case the floor wet

Flow was sended here crafted on the mother earth

Kinda strange things been funny since my brother’s birth

Shaking hands, the system money connect

Blow a ransom on a yacht, have a seed in Quebec

Respect my, exquisite mistique, pretty petite

Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street

But still, slicing nuts, clean off that’s with the razor

I’m laughing in the tavern where fresh bruno’s and blazers chilling

Salt and pepper, queen shit, salt and pepper, ps.