Designer Shoes
Tru Lyrics
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(Woodpecker that shit go hard) Bitch bad (How bad) So bad She in time out (Oh yeah) Bout to take here back to the ‘telly And sweat them edges out (Damn) She told you She don’t suck dick Got it in my camera phone (She lied) Body dumb So dumb Had to f*ck her with a helmet on (Hey yeah) Remind me of the thing on the cigarette She got a camel toe I don’t care if my partner do know you You can’t get my smoke (No) I can’t afford to be friendly I’ll probably f*ck your hoe (I did) I’m too playa baby I’ve been this way Since a snotty nose And I know a couple slimes too Like the kids choice awards You can f*ck with me or not (Me or not) Shit the choice is yours (Pick one) Waiting for me to open the door Shit we are thuggin we don’t open doors Your BM in the back seat With her legs open Like Lambo doors She said she really f*ck On my drip my nigga Strait out the pool I can get your girl in house shoes Don’t need Designer Shoes Got a lot of baddies Somebody tell me what I should do I’ve been getting money my nigga That’s why they call me Tru I can’t do no favors for you niggas (Oh naw naw) You didn’t keep it playa with a nigga (Oh naw naw) You didn’t hold it down When I didn’t have it (Mhmm) Now your actions turned me into a savage (Oh yeah) Lil’ baby in the car seat my nigga Said I’m strapped in Collecting all deposits my nigga Including the back end (Woah) Yes she said she feeling the kid Contractions (Yeah yeah) I’m an introvert I really don’t like interaction Lights camera action I be bright out When the light out (Light out) Flew her in just to f*ck Then booked a red eye For the fight out (Whew) Hit it from the back I even damn near Pulled her tracks out (What) We’d be thuggin (Hey) We be fuckin (Hey) She love when I (Hey) Blow her back out Hot girl city girl Only come out When the racks out (Yeah) Do it for the cash lil’ mama Let me see you act out (Ooh) Said you gonna act a fool with it Don’t you back out (Show me girl) I spent a lot of money last night I guess I blacked out You know I got them bands Lil’ mama don’t make me cash out (Woah) If I say I got it I got it You know I don’t cap (Don’t cap) Since a kid You know I’ve been silent I never lost that (Lost that) Took a couple losses But I bounced back (Bounced back) She said she really f*ck On my drip my nigga Strait out the pool I can get your girl in house shoes Don’t need Designer Shoes Got a lot of baddies Somebody tell me what I should do I’ve been getting money my nigga That’s why they call me Tru I can’t do no favors for you niggas (Oh naw naw) You didn’t keep it playa with a nigga (Oh naw naw) You didn’t hold it down When I didn’t have it (Mhmm) Now your actions turned me into a savage (Oh yeah) She said she really f*ck On my drip my nigga Strait out the pool I can get your girl in house shoes Don’t need Designer Shoes Got a lot of baddies Somebody tell me what I should do I’ve been getting money my nigga That’s why they call me Tru (Oh naw naw) (Oh naw naw) (Mhmm) (Oh yeah)
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