Lyrics:
we're gonna play
I wanna be with you
Turn the lights down low, pull my shirt up slow
Open the buttons one by one and watch it come undone
I wanna
Lead me home heal my faith
Dirty shoes guide my way
Lead me home heal my faith
I stay in my ways but I can't replace your love no
I feel ashamed from
grade, catch a homi
Anybody have a problem with it
Let them try me
Nobody make a fuckin' move unless
It's sanctioned by me
(I'm the fucking boss out here)
paper
So let's talk about that work
Rocc came from the dirt
Got many people on shirts like a thorn i'll leave you hurt
What's the problem you did it first
of my Haitians
(Sak Passe)
Jump out on yo' block and go crazy
(go crazy) (Uh)
Ran up a hunna' sumn' racks by myself
No label, no cosign you know im
Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem
Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in
whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
Strips on my shirt make em whistle like this
Bad lil broad wit the gloss on her lips
We
cut different I got a problem with losing
I'm highly influenced by all them mobsters in movies
It's time we stop talking about it and finally do it
Big
I'm just tryna find myself, I'm sorry if I don't check on you
I've be on rehab, many problems ain't just physical
I can't fake no vibe, I just stay away
much pain, you can never fit these shoes, ayy
So much flame, I can drop him by the twos, ayy
I been slidin' by my lonely, so you know I'm quick to get
and a half
[Chorus]
Someone deserted you, the damage is done
Now you don't deserve to be loved by no one
Hands that would feed you when you were two
Ain't no dancin' in my shoes, dawg
She the baddest in the group, flawed
Donny hit the alley-oop
Got some killers in the room, huh
My brodie down
and forth, I ain't no convos
I flew to Paris and my plug named Diego, Gradur !
Gucci shirt, belt, Tom Ford
Finessed the plug and he fell for it
Fuckin'
Puff the buddha, I get my chi up
My team in the building until the lease up
Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit
See I'm no
straight
And fuck a crooked cop tell 12 to they face
They can suck a dick and suffocate slowly by the way
No Denzel nigga you will never catch me with
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
like fuck it I'm getting ruthless
Couldn't love a bitch I love the music thanks to cupid
I ain't got time for a bitch no love
If she got a problem I know
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
on
Let's talk about
You and your problems and all that it seems to do
When you spend the night
Just talkin' bout
You and your problems no matter what I say,
hate the kid you cant fit in my shoes
No time to waste i got no time to lose
Hot in my city im bussin em moves
Ride around town in a two seater coupe
me shoes
it no cheesy said it cleana
burst off me shirt, pants and marina
when she see the underwear it squeaky cleana
Congo like a you should a in
Once upon a time, just a kid on that block
Me and Spyda outside, dirty shoes, dirty socks
We was walkin' up top, seen some niggas from the block
We
and got that twist
The kind of love you can't resist
At seventeen
Now sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all means
Patch of blonde, peroxide
no shake, I'ma break the scale
Inspector, we have followed your instructions to the lettering
Let me just cut to the chase, you are a bucket
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