Action Bronson Latin Grammys Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aah-ooh)

[Chorus]
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes

[Verse 1]
You take steps to get to the sex, I just flex (Aha)
Like Lex, dance moves with the pecs (Aha, pecs)
It be like, "Damn, that man smooth like a Corvette"
Vroom vroom through the set, who's next to get suplexed?
Suplex City, bitch
Suplex City, bitch (Ha)
Suplex City, bitch (Ha)
Suplex City, bitch
You know the vibe, your boy been immortalized
Yellow and five glide like water slide (Oh, so true)
Black trench like the ‘taker (You know me)
Black tent so they can't make us (The f*cking Undertaker)
I fly the plane better than Tom Cruise
Drive cars like Dale Sr. with my feet up
Lotus pose like Shiva on the floor
For the fight with my seat next to Jeter
I told that motherf*cker roll the weed up, please

[Chorus]
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes

[Verse 2]
My new shit, Only for Dolphins
Then let the sling off like Dolph Lundgren Know the Broncos starts howl once the light dims
And he ain't stoppin' till the night ends
So go ahead with your pitty pat
My swimming trunks hold fifty racks
Don't make me hit you with the ditty dans
I cuck up a hundred skulls until the [?]
Your boy keeps acid in his sack, daddy
[?] just miggity, miggity, miggity mac daddy
And that's a long time
And I could care less what the motherf*ckers sayin'
And that's no lie
Bitch, I'm living la vie da loca
Yellow grove, figero, choke me
Laughing in the mirror like the Joker with the Oakleys
My whole team out for dead presidents
Like [?]
It's young baklava, you know me

[Chorus]
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes
Yeah, I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still f*ck these hoes

[Outro]
Yeah
Bam bam, vodka fizzy
Flushing, Queens shit
Seven for seven