Party Supplies - Pouches of Tuna lyrics

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Party Supplies - Pouches of Tuna lyrics

[Produced By: John Sparkz & Party Supplies] [Intro] Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano My shawty features like Madonna- I ain't like that one Yo, line for line Straight up lambs on the arm, giambi lenses Ken Caminiti, Basworth [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer Bending these young Lola Fellanas over. Ace the test Baste the breast with the juices Under the influence of fly sh**, I glide like Ovechkin Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus, balance be the crispest Baby girl, you're wylin if you sniff this You gotta take a piss test, piss right through your fishnets Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand Blam blam a piggie try to put my fam in the can Strictly cop and go's, until we laid in the Galapagos Eating tacos, higher than a opera note We never ride Civics, the Mont Blanc scripted lyrics It's like avant garde to the critics I throw you in that armbar with the quickness Either you with me or b**h you on the sh** list [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] b**h, please, picture me in Sicily The hard bottoms gators is slippery I just had an epiphany And now I'm sh**tin' on your whole steez ridiculously 45. fire at ya attire, to break your armor up like fine china Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er I hit the diner, the Carolina Pa** the lighter to the pa**enger in the spyder Vagina splash like apple cider So f** your little 2 cents blue benz b**hes jump like Harold Miner I'm in the recliner, we traced like eye liner And I escape like MacGyver Bank robbers, bang 38's to taste cobbler And lay up with a case of vodka Get cake and prosper Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra Air you out, leave your face for pasta Get laced and dip the jakes in the grey Boxster Beige fox, 88 Clarks Ladies identify gangsters' posture I'm feeling like J Hoffa f** yall, eat a fat dick with the monster