Action Bronson and Party Supplies - Intercontinental Champion Lyrics
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]Yo, pop, sniff confetti for the toastDropkicks like Janetty off the ropesMach 6 smoking heavy on the coastSee me dip the law like vanilla in a coneUse caution cause if not, then you a gonerOnly talk business where we sitting in a saunaAin't trying to be in prison, taking shits up in the cornerRikers Island know the water so it's all waterShoes native, rock a husky as a headdressMind's sick so we need to be on bedrestYour favorite needs, give me head, sexShe's a squirter, so the bed's wetYou're gonna have to lay the towel downRetard shit, class in the basementFree form jazz band, eat a *****While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-BamSmoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme handDamn, the ***** like Mrs. SchroederVinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odorVicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobraBottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring it over"Ohhh but I don't even drink"Then shorty sipped the liquor, then I'll ***** her on the sinkRed mink to the ankle mat lotionedArch your back, slow motionHold a green toast out in Oakland, shooting juice in my upper cheekShorty dripping like a tunnel leakYou know your whole team ***** like a muffin sheetStay balanced like a runner's feet, it's me
