Action Bronson and Party Supplies - Tapas Lyrics
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]Yeah my sole purposeLong hair, speak TurkishTwisted sisters out like the UniverSoul CircusAbout to cop the crib furnishedWood burning brick oven shit with the furnaceQuattro fromageBig plate look like a lobster collageI'm on the art and the food scene***** rap, laying back, eating poutineMatter of fact, couple rats'll make a cool blingWhile you see me in the shorts all weatherWhether Puerto rica *****es chilling on the boardwalkRockaway smelling like GeorgiReady for orgies, slightly retardedBreading the porgy20 seconds dead in the fortyAll this money to be gottenHailin' from the rottenScotch make it neat, no socks on the feetWhen I'm stepping the loaferCreamy like the robiolaGuaranteed I'm getting box like an old controllerBaby momma catching casesHigh speed chasesFiends rocking the ID braceletsYou only live once, so ***** if I'mma waste itI'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste itYeah, make cheese like the fromagiaTatted chest cover pain wash the scarsDaddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin GayeKeep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray[Verse 2]Stuff a shorty like the man a gutLight tan on the shoe like banana nutStrong odor off the weed like your grandma's buttNo attempt to disrespect, but my grandma bluntBut I'm known to eat expensive lunchesFrom the farm right to the tableAired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relateFigs at the peak of their ripenessMoney off this music, mother*****er I like thisSo cut the check[Verse 3]Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origamiFloating in the waterNorth of North DakotaDip to Barcelona Algeria connection***** like a leather jacketBeen to hell and backThey tried to sell me back but they couldn'tHookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc GoodenTop is up for grabs so why wouldn'tBronson be the one coming through with the gold belt
