Heel Toe Lyrics - Action Bronson

La Musica De Harry Fraud 

Yeah, Irv (huh?) 

Put a thousand on the grey dog (Which one, over there?) 

I like that one (Alright) 

Yo, the long trench wearer, money in my hand, I dare ya 

To come and take this, find you in a basement naked 

Plus it's rainin' 

She took a sniff, now she dancin' 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 helpin' em 

What is that velvet? 

Yes it is baby, I'm a specialist 

All these fuckin' 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, Bimmer made the hatchback 

I'm havin' flashbacks of razors in the ass crack 

Hundred thousand dollars all in ones inside the trash bag 

A bunch of fiends, I'm havin' lunch in Queens 

A lot of hundreds in my Dungarees 

I'm at the garden sittin' Indian style, that means I'm on the floor 

My skin is shinin' 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 gettin' cold, huh 

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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 listenin' to Prince 

Bitch from Berlin is blowin' me behind the tints 

Doves cried, then I let my nut fly in a sluts eye 

Eyes still in the mirror lookin' for one time 

When we were younger used to play in parks 

Now my hunger got me drivin' European sharks 

Lay in lofts, paint the hall a light Chilean moss 

Shit I stay on the porch, lightin' a torch up like headlights on the Porsche 

Tan coupin', work tanner than Cam Newton 

Hand crafted Lands snoozin' 

Susan, boufin' balloons in, shorty from Oahaxa 

Husband back in México, cross this out his lock 

Check came in it was $3500 just on the stomach 

Imagine what we spent on weapons 

And I have our bitch draped up in leopard 

Joints filled up with pepper 

I'm straight from Queens mother fucker, what you reppin' 

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My bitch gallop like a tan deer 

Stealin' 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 wearin' cashmere 

Pink champagne spillin' down the glass again 

I swear just one more score baby we cashin' in 

Me and money got a good rapport 

I shot the cuban whore, 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 Ishkabibbles 

Hit the sizzle, control the whip with one arm like Richard Kimble 

Bitch I've been the symbol 

Bitch I've been the symbol 

Bitch I've been the symbol 

Bitch I've been the symbol 

Bitch I've been the symbol