Jimmy Choo Lyrics

from Godfather Buried Alive

"Jimmy Choo" is track #8 on the album Godfather Buried Alive. It was written by Douglas, Ashanti S. / Barrow, Jamaal / Lorenzo, Irving Domingo.
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Yeah
Shyne
Gangland
Huh, Murder Inc

Alright
Turn the beat up
I seek you
Okay

I see ya Ma in ya thousand dollar weave, masterpiece
Diamond face on ya sleeve, Pell Ma Nay
Waist petite, alright, Jimmy Choo shoes on ya feet, you right
Slide in the side the spida

I know you tired of guys that try to lie to slide aside ya
Forget about that, let's go, forget about rap, I'm Po
I mean really I been gettin' money
Since niggas is rappin' frontin' fast and shit

'Cause you look like you got ya head right
I just hope that you can give head right
Racin' through eggshell headlights
New York is mine relax ya mind

Can't nobody, do them things we do
And can't nobody, touch me like you do
Can't nobody, love me like you do
And can't nobody, be like me and you

This is me, I'm mostly respected
Ring down to the necklace
Some hoes say I'm sexes
'Cause all I wanna do is stuff coke in their dresses

Sit back with stacks, count money in the zone
Pull the thong, like bitch come on
I need a Prada chick to take this dick
And take this brick and basic shit, basic shit

We can go shoppin' and buy some things
Up in Harry Winston ma try some rings
I have you feelin' like you was Princess Di
So much cuts on your wrist think you try suicide

No lie you ain't heard
Expensive trips, expensive whips
You ain't see nothing like this not in ya life
If I ain't that nigga shit we look alike

Can't nobody, do them things we do
And can't nobody, touch me like you do
Can't nobody, love me like you do
And can't nobody, be like me and you

Who gon' cop them hoes? Po
Who gon' rock them gloves? Po
Who gon' pop them foe's? Po
Well I'm glad you know

You don't need to ask who hotter
You notta, me lava Shyne Wayne you gotta
See you niggas in hell, let's prevail
Friends gon' tell, just post bail, million cash

Now you know that ain't rappin', pimpin'
Please believe that, it's how you smoke like me
It's chess when I clap 'em up
That ain't enough, then back 'em up

Niggaz talking real greasy on them rap records
Like I wont strip ya naked and take ya necklace
Give it to my soldiers like, 'Hold this'
Fuck you nigga, you can never fool this

But anyway
To my bitches let's play
One C P W come through
I like girls, I like girls that like girls that like furs, okay

Can't nobody, do them things we do
And can't nobody, touch me like you do
Can't nobody, love me like you do
And can't nobody, be like me and you

Songwriters
DOUGLAS, ASHANTI S. / BARROW, JAMAAL / LORENZO, IRVING DOMINGO

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