"Choosing Shoes" lyrics
Jay Worthy & Boldy James Lyrics
[Jay Worthy:]
Yeah
Uh-huh
Check it out
Okay
Shoe box money and sweat suits for the whole week
Don't talk unless it's back to me
That's how my hoes speak
And no back talk, just
"Yes, daddy" and "Yes, please"
And I'm from West P's like Rughetti and Four P's
Where they turn P's and we ride on our enemies
But you already knew all that
I'm from the Philly team
MLB Natty hat
Brackin' all on the diamond green
Minor fees, that was four thousand
I need a hundred G's to entertain a thought
But maybe a sea from overseas
Feeling like Rick James in my house
I pull out a key
Let her hit it right off the brick when I'm feeling free
Then I put a little on my gums just to numb my teeth
Everything coming out my mouth, she cannot believe
I am he and no, I'm not the one
I don't fuck for free
She can't understand the train of thought or the way I think
Blink of the eye, we floating all through the sky
It's working
[Boldy James:]
Snitches nosediving
Hurry home before patrol clock us
Vintage HomePods, it's dirty on me
Pippi Longstocking
Mini phone rocking
Off the girlie, I call her Priscilla
Taking pool dollar, kids' model
I'm a dirty dealer
Still 'bout it like I'm Chicken Pete mixed with Percy Miller
Came up selling dope on Brick Mob with a herd of killers
Wanna live and die
That's the boss I was brought up to be
Ain't have to catch up with my crowd
My crowd caught up with me
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Yeah, you know it's on me
You know this shit in me, not on me
Squad built like Tiakoni
In the hood full of fiends
Tell 'em pull up on Lester
You a limb Wolverine
I'm like a honey bear
Still skimping from my accidents
Still limping
When your bitch look me in my eyes
She recognize some real pimpin'
Throw it back for daddy
Know you tired of all them Ruby Pools
Macking on your ho
I made your bitch put on her choosing shoes
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Check it out
Okay
Shoe box money and sweat suits for the whole week
Don't talk unless it's back to me
That's how my hoes speak
And no back talk, just
"Yes, daddy" and "Yes, please"
And I'm from West P's like Rughetti and Four P's
Where they turn P's and we ride on our enemies
But you already knew all that
I'm from the Philly team
MLB Natty hat
Brackin' all on the diamond green
Minor fees, that was four thousand
I need a hundred G's to entertain a thought
But maybe a sea from overseas
Feeling like Rick James in my house
I pull out a key
Let her hit it right off the brick when I'm feeling free
Then I put a little on my gums just to numb my teeth
Everything coming out my mouth, she cannot believe
I am he and no, I'm not the one
I don't fuck for free
She can't understand the train of thought or the way I think
Blink of the eye, we floating all through the sky
It's working
[Boldy James:]
Snitches nosediving
Hurry home before patrol clock us
Vintage HomePods, it's dirty on me
Pippi Longstocking
Mini phone rocking
Off the girlie, I call her Priscilla
Taking pool dollar, kids' model
I'm a dirty dealer
Still 'bout it like I'm Chicken Pete mixed with Percy Miller
Came up selling dope on Brick Mob with a herd of killers
Wanna live and die
That's the boss I was brought up to be
Ain't have to catch up with my crowd
My crowd caught up with me
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Yeah, you know it's on me
You know this shit in me, not on me
Squad built like Tiakoni
In the hood full of fiends
Tell 'em pull up on Lester
You a limb Wolverine
I'm like a honey bear
Still skimping from my accidents
Still limping
When your bitch look me in my eyes
She recognize some real pimpin'
Throw it back for daddy
Know you tired of all them Ruby Pools
Macking on your ho
I made your bitch put on her choosing shoes
Oh, yeah
