Lyrics:
just heard bills was over due
If you can help it stay up on that porch
Ian choose it, shit was by force
Needed new shoes, crispy air force
Big brudda hit
dirty
Yeah these dudes be hella thirsty
I'm a 21st centuy pimp
Making money off these simps
They pay $50 for her toes
Another $60 for her soles
Our
to dirty story teller
Gather around children
For a tale you already know
Not of hell from above or heaven down below
Burned by the fog
Wandering through
the dick suck
Walk a mile in my shoes need a big strut
If the law come around keep ya lip shut
If my dog bitch up then he Vick pup
Skate back to the hood for
of truth
I wish I wasn't in my shoes
Do you remember how it was
It's getting better, well I suppose
Doctor told me that the lack of god
In my erection is
Snakes in the grass gone loose dealing
With a mongoose Pop dukes and moms copped shoes
So I dont gotta rob fools
Took more than a fly FUBU, cast
I stack it & wrap it Jeff hardy I flip it
Momma told me baby boy mind your business but if we not eating that’s all of my business filter my dirty
Just a seven year old walking on dirty floors
In that moment I dreamt that I’d be seeing more
Every thing that I get I get it from the source
You
like a Medicine Man
I catch her eye by the bar with the babes
And Johnny the barman says she's worth her age
I couldn't give a damn
If you're feeling
dusk is when the little men melt into the mountains... melt
into the mountains... melt into the mountains
Taking the lord's name in vain
Cos
and they bruise
Real easy when it comes to love
They start putting on their shoes and walking out
And singing "boy, I think I had enough"
Just because
She was born in a place called Blue Valley
At the foot of the Tennessee hills
With the blue birds and blue bells
And blue mountain water
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
A Dirty Exclusive
My son bought his own shoes
Daughter gettin boobs
I don't trust babysitters
I lost my wallet with their baby pictures
I just did
Got killed at the dice game kept putting lock on dice
I'm just give you the news can't fill in my shoes if you put your socks on twice
You was hopping
I'm paid in full stay paying my dues
Gucci on me Gucci all on my shoes
My team is winning we do not lose
Don't live by the law we breaking rules
I
true
I'm the I'm the
I'm the freshest nigga in the building
I'm that I'm that
I'm the freshest nigga in the building
From my head to my shoes
I walk by
Oou, like I do
Fly as fuck, chase a check, like my shoes
I'll never let a bitch know my next move
Suavementé, bitch you know I'm smooth
Oou, I'ma
bank account Jordan boxes ain’t no shoes in em
And the OG‘s ain’t respected by these new niggas
Will beat you like your daddy make you piss your new
like a mop
Spinnin' in soccer vans, hot box
Shoes so dirty from runnin' from cops
Mama said sit down 'fore you get shot (mama)
Young nigga havin'
shit aint no issue
I can do it by myself I can send my lil man to sick em
And this shit might ugly
This a new year man it aint buddy buddy
Ima get more
on chasing my dreams
You can tell by the knot in my jeans
You can tell by the smell of my weed
You can tell by the look on my face
Got to watch for the reaper
Discuss these dirty shoes by mountain Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In