Lyrics:
Uh, yeah
Ain't no interlude
Said she in the mood
Grab my tennis shoes
People ask me questions like the police, no more interviews
Gin and juice
My luck's run out
The river's run dry
No money in my pocket
To get me by
Dragging my feet
Searching for change
When I hear a voice
Call out my name
on the left side no I never left
It feel way better here
I don't like the shoes I got on, ima buy another pair
I'm in the fast lane and i'm going stupid
I'ma
bitches so public
And I gotta be waiting on dating, on baby, not broke but aint breakin no budget
And I had found me my buddy but had lost by the end
to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all
I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold
You judge a book by its cover
Pussy boy
You don't know me like that
I got no problem wit' gays
I got no problem wit' Jay
You twist the words that I
me tight
Got a ski mask in case we gotta fight
Injecting the venom, bullets rip through the denim
The blood soak in your shirt cause you know that I
she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
bars for you dumbbells
Since yours ain't working out
Each verse is more merciless than the first
And you ain't gotta wear no shoes and shirt in this
is more merciless than the first
And you ain't gotta wear no shoes and shirt in this bitch to get served
Bloodthirst, revenge of the nerds, chka
time
Poverty eh no damn excuse for crime
No Way
Go tell yuh pickney dem
All who causing the problem
Met some youth men down on the breadline
Same song
problem
I’m a good person
I’m a good person
T-shirt
Look at all these books
That I will never read
But I keep them proudly displayed on the shelf
For all my
was happening
So it's no problem, you know
I mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know
I'm finna go straight through
Would you consider
like a magnet
My waxes be too savage
My drip be to savage
My shirt match my shoes and my belt match my trousers
Got 21 bitches I must be a savage
Got
the wheel it's full throttle
Wanted the fans and now I got them
Wanting the money is not the problem
It's working full fledge no stopping that's the only
brothers but they blood by the roots
800 horse hooves no roof
Type of niggas that ain't never trying to lose
Feeling different we the ones who stack blues
to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna
couldn't even sit in a parked car and kiss
On account' of Son of Sam David Berkowiz
I don't give a shit about that plaid in your shirt
The only plaid that
no Bell telephone
And you don't have a shirt that is clean
You can rest your head on the corner of your bed
You can watch the world go by
But you
sips of paradise
Dial up the No Shoes Radio to a Jimmy and a Kenny and The Merrymen show, ut oh!
CHORUS
So I’m settin’ sale on a livin’ room cruise.
Now we grinding hard just like we wanna do
Grinding day and night so we can kick off our shoes
And live a glamorous life look what we made it
Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
No foreign broads
winning
Instead of boasting I'll just be coasting. No pressure on me
I'm the greatest number 3 lyricist besides
The legend Kenny and the rapper with
No Service
No shirt, no shoes...bad news no service.
Don't judge me by the way I look . I know I make you nervous. You cannot read what's in my book.
Discuss these no shoes no shirt no problems by kenny chesney Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In