Action Bronson - La Luna lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson & Unknown person/Answering machine] Yo, yo, I need a car. I have to go to the garden. I’m gonna be late. I need one right now. Can we please call La Luna? Alright (Phone ringing) Hello. You’ve reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services. If you need a ride to the airport call 1-800 [?] airport. Please hold Yo, what beat is that, huh? Oh, that is funky, what is that? Yo, what beat is that? It’s from the phone Could rhyme on this. Oh, hell yeah, haha, yeah [Verse 1] Came out the p**y wearing Timbs Oh, my lord, it’s him Time to put the toys back in the bin ‘Cause I’m sick of this sh** Motherf**er sweeter than a licorice stick And it’s rubbing me the wrong way to say the least I’ma save my peace And I’ma breeze in the caprice with the gold seats Bumpin’ Boosie on a slow creep [?] look at stone man, you know me Asian shooter with the blonde hair Street Fighter character f** around and suplex ’em through the sailor bar My life is greenlit, no script And we all know that money be the motive of this whole sh** b**h, I’m focused like none other than number one Don Dada Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now look at him Looking slim in the red ’89 Testarossa with the wing Mind blown A customer representative will be with your shortly. Did you know we can get to you in just seven minutes. Seven minutes. Call 1-800-8.. [Verse 2] Your sh** lack quality I’m sitting right behind my chick Making pottery My first joint was like an odyssey The second joint straight raw like the shaman’s feet Climbed the stairs to the sun Sacrificed myself for protection of my only son Keep the bloodline strong while I watch close To another thousand years, here’s a toast (clink) Champagne drippin’ down the beard hair Supermodels s**ing while I steer the long pink fleetwood Roll a big fat blunt so you know I’m gonna sleep good Now Ah! Rock-a-bye baby Yeah Rock-a-bye baby Uh-huh