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Action Bronson( Arian Asllani )
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Heel Toe
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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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'
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
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