Paroles:
Good Shoes The Way My Heart Beats

you don't hear me, though Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp And I ain't payin' respect, I'

to the beat of the streets since I was born Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in em As soon as

know From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame [Hook] Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good

I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rhythm lover of animals damn I wanna hear 'em aquatic my way

portable tug of war Who did ya niggaz beats you bitches, who made it work? Dat shit was *phwrt! *, I got harder 2-Way alerts Just when I thought my dogg

I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My

good from head to ground Next candidate me see wh fit Fi wear mi crown And such tender smiles amaze me The way that she looks Sunday night She should be having my

the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh) Heard the big brother beat

things So I'm the glass house havin' nasty dreams! Good girls neva' give it up But anything is possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles,found my way