Текст песни Heel Toe

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
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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