Lyrics:
Ms independent needs nobody to do for her
Just wants somebody to do with
A conversation that grown men get
So I stay on my P's and Q's like a print
Chorus
I can't I can't wait on no re-up.
Take me take me to your leader.
Used to flip chips buy brand new sneakers.
Nice shoes my shoes sad face
escape.
Welcome to CANDYLAND!
Let me show you my game; Watch!
I put those shoes to shame; Ohh!
These rhymes that I write make you wanna' fuck all night.
The spotlight, I hope she can handle
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Event having sponsored by some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with
you get dancing shoes
yea yea
Just by the way you move yea
move
look what you made do
oh oh
Verse
you give life meaning
When you shine like
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
that man a rival, he more like a nice threat
My bars real smart but, I am not no wise man
Nice man, you just got outrapped by a white man
I'm just like
hacksaw
Her legs open up, my Jim Duggan like hacksaw
(Hot n crusty
That's qualities of a hoe I mean, what?
They shoes is always leaning
You know what I
and white
Light brown shoes cost this much
Fuck it
Put it in the bag
I ain't worried bout it
Strip mall we shopping
Why you stopping by
Oh shit
Nice eye
My
life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin' crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact
and two chicks tongue touching
Bunch of niggas from the mud, shoes clean and their cups muddy
You can catch it all at any one function
I might call my big
not still mad that I ain't let em hold the rocket yea
We swing by the oops i keep a chop that gotta loaded stick
Bitch don't kill my vibe
You see I'm
playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
can't die
I don't want lose
Put yourself in my shoes
Look at what I'm going through
It never mattered to you
And you were fallen
I tried to get you out,
and repping my fam' with passion
Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards
[Esoteric]
Tell your man and your parents we be demanding that Brandon appearance
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
you was my baby, girl
I would've wife'd you (You)
Could've bought you diamond rings and
All them nice shoes (All the shoes)
You was like my Ella Mai,
thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
the train
Leave me like D Nice
They say we used to resemble each other
Both last name Jones, so we must be brothers
My yearly salary suffers
'Cause I hate
the streets off my feet
By the way while I'm writing her a (beep)
Saying "Nothing left to say"
Today's the last day, the end
The star dash, F press and
I don't
but I paid my dues
And now no one out there could fill my shoes
And my pants and do this dance
This shit didn't happen by chance
It went slow not
walk by all the people say
How lucky can a man get?
I wanna rock, I wanna roll
God help me, can you save my soul?
When you touch me I go losin'
just did it by my vlone oh my god wit it
I just did it by my vlone oh my god baby
Offwhite on my shoes baby please dont talk to me
I can't say a word
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