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Action Bronson - Heel Toe lyrics
Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare you
 To come and take this, find you in a basement naked
 Plus it's raining
 She took a sniff, now she dancing like she Usher Raymond
 See me swerving in the Lincoln with the Daytons
 Seat colors Sanaa Lathan, kinda resembles fried bacon
 I shoot at your crew, put the spoon inside the Tiramisu
 As I sat there looking cute in a suit
 Shit, I made it cool
 To be yourself again without nobody helping 'em
 What is that, velvet?
 Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist
 All these fucking demons that infest the kid
 This be that shit that your grandfather's invested in
 Dad's back, your new shit I had that
 My new bitch is half black, beamer made the Hatchback
 I'm having flashbacks of razors in the ass crack
 Hundred thousand dollars all in one inside the trash bag
 A bunch of fiends, I'm having lunch in Queens
 A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees
 I'm at the garden sitting Indian style, that means I'm on the floor
 My skin is shining like it's Armor All
 Freak bitches like a carnival
 Bitch, I stay on the boat just like a barnacle
 I don't talk to no sons so bring your father through
 And I was born in December, paint the Impala blue
 Bitch, it's getting cold
 She sniff blow, did the heel toe
 Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
 For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
 Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough
 Hang out the window of my sports car, I'm listening to Prince
 Bitch from Berlin is blowing me behind the tints
 Doves cried then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye
 I still in the mirror looking for one timeAction Bronson - Heel Toe - http://motolyrics.com/action-bronson/heel-toe-lyrics.html
 When we were younger used to play in parks
 Now my hunger got me driving European sharks
 Lay in lofts, paint the hall in light ' moss
 Shit, I stay on the porch, lighting a torch up like cab lights on the Porsche
 Tan coupin' worth 10 of the Cam Newton
 Hand crafted Lands snoozing
 Susan, Woofin Baloozin, shorty from Wahaca
 Husband back in M?xico crosses out his life
 Check came in it was 3500 just on the stomach
 Imagine what we spent on weapons
 And I have a bitch draped up in leopard
 Joints filled up with pepper
 I'm straight from Queens motherfucker, what you reppin'
 She sniff blow, did the heel toe
 Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
 For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
 Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough
 My bitch gallop like a tan deer
 Stealing outfits from the Tangiers
 I been a man here so many damn years
 You see that plane? It lands here
 You see that drop? That's to drive me away, I'm wearing cashmere
 Pink champagne spilling down the glass again
 I swear just one more score, baby we cashing in
 Me and money got a good report
 I shot the Cuban whore and papi met his maker in the humidor
 Dove off the boat with the briefcase, no police chase
 Then I went and had a cheesesteak from Mishka Bibbles
 Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble
 Bitch I've been the symbol
 She sniff blow, did the heel toe
 Off the wheel of the de Ville, then I peel slow
 For real though, I'm trying to get Shaquille dough
 Huh, I'm just trying to get Shaquille dough









