Lyrics:
the kill
Put my hood on the map ain't no better then me
Boom it like giannis jo shooting from three
Was down by myself but you couldn't see
Fuck it is what
a home in the deep
Cause Oklahoma don't sleep
Give into the shoes with no feet
King got beat
Tonight the tiger weeps
Leakin' the water from the dew in
and a band playing' at the Old Key Lime
I'm heading on over for a cold rum floater by noon time
A little sand in my shoes and a tiki bar stool will do just
it like I swallowed firewood
I'm a big old bear, hip hoppin' over snares
Consuming everything around me
Eatin' beats in pairs, eatin' pears and beets
sleeves when it's short
Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
The shoes pop up
some
New purse, pair of shoes, they should drop them
Rolls-Royce truck and that shit all tinted
Xella on my team and you know we winnin
That's my evil
You got a new pair of shoes
With the dollar spit-shine
But I still know it's you
You left your fingerprints
Here by the door
Thinking that you'd be
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer
Just buy a brand new pair of fred astaire shoes
Climbing
the municipality in which this joint dabbles
Lurking in the subway car, bags on back and underarm
The carriage creaky and squeaky which raises my alarm
Old graffiti
[My minds a paradox, pair of socks
Ugh, tool, connect the dots
..Unorthodox, k-k-kick a rock
Fock, yeah, ready for equinox]
[My mind's a paradox,
[My minds a paradox, pair of socks
Ugh, tool, connect the dots
..Unorthodox, k-k-kick a rock
Fock, yeah, ready for equinox]
[My mind's a paradox,
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
smoking on them swishers, you a bitch I know you'll fold
Rodeo but this my show, shoutout Travis he the goat
If you wanna get that good shit I got options
Beans got us loopy and singing
She wearin' droopy old gingham
Gettin' goopy like Venom
Haters poop in they denim
Trying to rip my mask off like Scooby Doo
What you gone do for the louie bag
What you gone do for the matching shoes
What you gone do for a pair of lubs
What you gone what you gone do for
my whip cuz I got a long trip might spend few nights in the Telly
I might want me a new pair of shoes cuz the path out here ain't been too steady
I'm
and I'm slow as hell
Even if it's by a hair heir in the end I won't hold the L
Out with the old in with the new
Found some new clothes & different shoes
death
Remember subs who used to ride me up
For smokin' a Plex or a pair of Prime, Tennessee
Nigga be rockin' out Silverstein
Can see it's Travis, we
she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you lose
And all this loud chirping that you consider rude
But
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
to the money 'cause my homie need a new pair of shoes
Point made, close call
This is the life and time of the homie big Snoop Dogg
Powder on my clothes
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
tags and your old rigadoo?"
"I'll buy pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair
out a honey bun and chips
I be booling with the slimes nickelodeon
I'm cleaning up all in saks fifth like the custodian
Travis Scott did the 1s they
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