Lyrics:
the drama
Stack dollars by the boocoo splurge on some new shoes
She told me that it feel like a bat through a Fruit Loop
Still Two Stepping in the Club no
to retreat grab something to eat
And head to the late front to get up wit some freaks
Wit a treat under the seat
For the cats who get the sudden urge
hella coo!
Often imitated but never dismemblicated
Kilo grams of coke and that broccoli I used to weigh it
Smokin' Ahfganny in the candy blue drop
what's worse, ignore it or we run?
I don't wanna die inside this burning, hurtful, Perfect World
You're the big man in the blue suede shoes
Taking
death inside the face theres nothing that I fear!
Infrared! Or is it blue?
I see your 6 as 9 you’re not inside my shoes.
Your bitch like 69 guess what
told me keep your head up, and follow your dream
Empty bottles of lean, and white cups in the hand
Lookin' half dead, sad, but I don't try
Checkered socks and soft October blues
She knew just what you were like
You'd never bite
Now the socks were hanging by a thread
Roses on her thighs but
the lights, fell on your shoes
Punched out the colors, leaving you the blues
But you don't have to be his girl
And you don't have to be my girl
You can
never danced to Blue Suede Shoes in Jackson
You wouldn't understand
Oh it might sound crazy
But there's nowhere else in this world I'd rather be than
West
I said, "Excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes" (big boy)
She said, "I love you Murph, especially in the white and blue" (big boy)
I said, "The
a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie,
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by.
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old
of leggings and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old fashioned lady
ass up, let me climb on it
A life's short
Take advantage of that thought
And take your shoes and your pants off
Let a nigga tap that
Come on and let
Can't listen to it now that we're through it
Lord how I long for a cure
He sang about love, outlaws and hound dogs
Sang about some suede shoes
Since she
badges on the scene
Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' round
And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down...
But anyway
Velvet sheets of blue, kick off your new suede shoes
Rub your toes in aloe, Vera Cruz is where I choose to snooze
On the weekends, boo, trust me, take my
sip the pain struggle bottle
Chiefin', You know gettin head from a model
(Kyjuan)
I'm only gon' do what Kyjuan gon' do
Let's paint the Cutty blue
'72
You ought to see my blue-eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is
And still find time
For a nap on my green couch
Nothing in the out now
Could walk our blue suede shoes
The same mile
So we greet the masses
With legit
the boogie down moves
Kevin Bacon shaking with the blue suede shoes
Slick talking psycho, Michael Bublé smooth
Foot Loose stances, we'll be dirty dancers
deadly in my blue suede shoes
Call me Presley, got that unchained melody,
I'm so nasty the way I fuck with you
Baby what you want me to do
I'm not a mack,
achy and so old.
I got the will you be mine blues.
The blues come two by twos.
The birds all dropped dead.
I got a pounding in my head,
There's no home
the cops getting dropped by the gunshot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed
cats can't even flow
And when I hear y'all niggas around my head, well you know
But that's a whole 'nother issuse, right now we own this
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