Lyrics:
the Jimmy Choos
But that's okay you still gonna play
Until the sun is up no game
You got no shame go
Run it up I open up
I'll never front you
You still don't
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang
dollars, you
Don’t have no green, no pesos
No piece of my land could ever be
Dedicated for your hands to till
And you couldn’t feel me if you was also ill
I
up in
Cause i didn't have no sage
I guess my demons caught me slippin
Thats alright cause I'm brave
Man Jimmy crack corn
And Shvgg sold crack
My ID
These niggas stealin' styles, I had to change lanes (change lanes)
Go and get that money, stretch it a mile long (mile long)
I'ma leave the drip for you
So flavorous you could taste it
So hardcore, I wrote this layin' on the floor in the basement
My style ain't no walk in the park
Got mainstream MC's
Seriously?)
(I got this!)
Well, now you really can't sacrifice my flossin' style!
I'll really, really, claim my blame!
It really, really, killed my stance!
I
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
the bag
I'm Popeye armed popping his meal, my arm stronger than Neil
I'll represent Clarke Kent and play the part by the wheel
Sharpen skill before you
(that's really shitty writing)
Right before we smoke ourselves out
And the oceans turn black
And by the time I finish it up, I've arrived
Noelle's on my
trees you fall and I'll catch you
But I didn't this time now I'm living this lecture
Why do leaves change color in Fall my picture
Had so much life
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
Cadillac'n thru the city
Looking oh so pretty
I got blunts and some jimmy's
On a mission for the kitty
Say hello to the bad guy
Holla if you hear me
I be
Whoop Whoop through this bitch I'll cause a riot
I'll get you blew like hot food or shhh better keep it quiet
You better keep it by ya you better keep
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
in the dark
i walk an extra 3 miles to avoid crazy fucks in the park
denied by the bloods, turned down by the crypts
my fuckin auntie kicked my ass
wouldn't let me fuck
i got touched by a hazy shade of god, help me change
caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
from a head full of pressure
up in they mental
Simple well probably not, fuck 'em
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my
while I'm? out?
While they seduce my jimmy I'll
Be screaming give me body
Make then hoes scream my name out
Give me my prides and don't cha
Love out these
I'll find inside of the unknown
All I want is to be seen
By the ones in my dreams
By the cameras, on the screens
Learning sums of the extremes
Turning
there's this woman and she's got me feeling pretty alright
Lovin', oh Lord, can make me change my ways
So won't you let me live another day
Guess I'd
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
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