Lyrics:
these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
I kill rappers at random, I
Uniform and nice shoes
And gave me extra lunch money to buy food
But there wasn't much studying
Just rather acting the the fool
Tryna score honies
Cause we
be colour blind
If I rewind or unfind or unkind
Put a spot on mankind and say have a nice day
You couldn't walk my way
You could tear my shoes
But here
want to see
I never sleep they call me night king
My beard is getting scruffy I feel like a Viking
Motivated by the bars it gets enlightening
I'm loosing
it's got a name but don't
Know what to call it forreal
My shawty something nice and she
Know what it is
I kill her from the rear she say
She feel it in
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
up and I'm cold sweating
Dropping tears on my shoes, yea my nice leather
Everything that I seen just might scare ya
Don't test me I'm a score setter
from your head to shoes
Sassy attitude, popping like a firecracker
You'll be a nice night rider for a paper stack, (yeah, yeah)
Lil' mama let's
that's chiro
Took her back out, that's chaai though
Make a movie let's go viral
I got my chain and my diamonds are q'oosharing
Six by nine's and the subs
drink that little bitch like Faygo
I'm in Mexico with my plug and them pesos by the caseloads
I'm in Dominican with my hoes doing everything I say so
?
rich days my shit sprays, ya'll gon' pay
Fuck bein' nice for too long I kept my niggas at Bay
Now I'm right up on that ass
Red light up on that ass
Cause you're my gift
You're my gift
You're my gift
You're mine
Baby you're my gift
Said you been saving for me
And you wanna find something nice
For
I came from ramen noodles n*gga and sliding buckets
Started from the bottom now I'm recognized in public
Motivated by them times had hunger in my
Hundred. Free Cheap. Free Homie.Free smoke Free smoke.
Free Smoke. Free TJ. Free beats by the DJ. Nothing free out of Eastbay. Running shoes on me each
mood
Hold up - and let me bring out my dancing shoes
You know we coming for that target
Red bottoms to match out the carpet
Gold bottles and plug-ins I'm
what to do, P's and Q's since a schoolboy
Now we bout to ball out boy
I put my all in going all out boy
Now I'm the one they call on but don't call out
of shoes
Famous overnight
Nigga these people don't care 'bout you
Came up in the jungle
Gotta get my partners out the zoo
What's the price of love?
Professional neck stepper my shoes never let up
Be reaching to cheat you out ya own jewels if u let em
Particular set of skills now who do it better
Give em
How can I let it go? How can I let it go?
She like it nice and slow, she like it nice and slow...
Ride like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo
Let loose
With your rags and you tags and you old rig-a-doo"
I'll buy a pair of leggings, a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll fetch by and by
I'll buy
Boosie
Living the nice life feeling like juicy
Shine like a nightlight VVS two piece
Give her the pipe right said I went too deep
Balling just like Mike
She bout five five subtle with her swag brain sky high
My type, pretty brown skin with the nice size
Price high, better come correct or she'll hit
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
lose,
When it get hot, I fall back on my cool,
In and we out, I'm so one out the mud,
These niggas can't run or can't step in these shoes
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