Lyrics:
hey, park that Deere
Come out and play, kick that tire
Wipe my perspire
'Cause my whole life is hey
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin'
maybe I’m just like you
You won’t know til you’re walking in my shoes
til you’re walking in my shoes
til you’re walking in my shoes
til you’re walking in
girl don't wear shoes unless they cost over a thousand
Brand new coupe cost couple hundred thousand
Got some models in the bed and they coming by
(Motherfuck the other side)
Everything's official my pistol's just missin missiles
As far as running game my nigga I need a whistle
My nigga I need your
just trying to be, I don't know
Someone I wasn't
I think we're both a little guilty of that
Don't you?
You don't want company by any
Chance? On your
the wind outside it howls and blows
I'll let em dry by a cozy fire, and warm my soaked and wrinkled toes
[Chorus]
These are shoes that like to travel,
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under
Well come over here now
Hand me my runnin' shoes
Well come over here mama
Hand me my runnin' shoes
You gotta open up your window
I ain't got no
You know your favorite old pair of shoes
The ones with the hole in the toe you won't lose
Your favorite record that's all scratched and used
But
(Motherf*** the other side)
Everything's official my pistol's just missin missiles
As far as running game my n**** I need a whistle
My n**** I need your
stood five feet tall in his elevator shoes and stovepipe hat
He was known by several different names
Prompted by Madam X he answered all their questions
Gonna beat out her back, Tom & Jerry
Gonna beat out her back Tom & Jerry
Gonna beat out her back Tom & Jerry
(Tom & Jerry)
And my shoes all red,
But I can't survive, with you by my side
See I'll never get laid, while I'm running your life
No I just don't wanna, so I'm walking away
There is
Nigga, fuck yo' truce, bust yo' move
And if that nigga touch your shoes
You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga
I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid
car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I
from fools
Meanwhile some kid
Blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Oh, my lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
you've got
If your shoes refuse to shine
And your legs don't walk in line
And tomorrow is just some other time, yeah
That's just the woman in me, baby
I just told Lil' Melly pull up with it, let it loose, yeah (what else?)
High top Versace, ankle protector on my shoes (high top)
She a real hottie
back kick off your shoes
And relax just a little bit and listen to our latest album
And if you'll like it tell us about it won't you
And we'll try to do
Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph!
Angel, I hear you!
Speak, I
thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth,
Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore
My flashlight's from Taiwan
My tablecloth's from Malaysia
My belt buckle's from the Amazon
You know, this
When the sun beats down, and melts the tar upon the roof
And your shoes get so hot, you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk,
.jpg/200px-Sara_Paxton_at_Mother_Goose_Parade,_2007_(bright).jpg "Sara Paxton")
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