Party Supplies - 103 And Roosy lyrics

[Verse 1] Medication in the plastic bag I'm a man motherf**er, you're a half a f*g My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk In the 80s on Miami beach You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street f** around leave you slumped in your seat Cause we're coming from Queens, every platter is Zagat rated Caramelized up, bulls are getting castrated Hold up hold up someone pa** the weed to me f** a routine I'm switching up the scenery Boats with decks strictly using throats for s** Yoga stretch, open p**y like a sofa bed Key lime spear fishing off the Yucatan Grab a barracuda higher than a parachuter Pair of shooters Anthony and Harper Caciocavalli dog I'm sharper than the archer I'm an artisan down for bi-partisan Cause everyone getting paid see me with the freshest fade Charles Oakley gecko belts and durangos I f** good and make big seeds like a mango NFL ready, sculpted for the clay court Simple spaghetti shifting in the gray sport s** my dick b**h real good Mother f** a kid, Action Bronsolino s** my balls [Verse 2] No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the p**y Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy King Thrust is what they call me at the hooker house 260 pounds of pressure right in a hookers mouth 5'7" with the a** of of a horse Put it in from behind its the salad I toss She ride me like a maniac Best believe the b**h a brainiac She known to keep a fresh shaven cat Milk chocolate and her eyes like the sun Keep a loaded 22 inside her thighs and her buns Her p**y lips are tight just like the box of a nun She'll have a fiend itchy and scratchy for rock in the slums Boosting in the boostiere I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray f**ing tired can't go no more My raps are marinated days ahead Jalapeno cream cheese on the raisin bread That's for breakfast I've got a d**h wish you never catch Bronsolino in a necklace I'm on the block like tetris Caddy green Northstar engine Pecan pie seats Lord I'm a legend Queens sh** man