Shyne

Shyne - Jimmy Choo lyrics

rate me

Yeah

Shyne, gang land, murder inc.

Haha

Alright, turn the beat up

I see you, ok!

I see you ma, in your thoughsand doller weave

Master P's diamond face on ya sleeve

Def Island, waist petite

Alright, jimmy shoo shoes on ya feet?

Shoot, right!

Slide inside the spider

I know you tired of guys who try to lie

To slide inside you

Forget about that, lets go!

Forget about rap, i'm Po

I mean really, i been gettin money

Since niggas is rappin for me

Its fast as shit

Cuz you dont look like, you got your head right

I just hope that u can give head right

Breezin through Eggshell headlights

New York is mine, relax your mind

Oooooooooooooooo

Cant nobody

Do them things we do

And cant nobody

Touch me like u do

Cant nobody

Love me like you do

And cant nobody

Be like me and you

This is Me!

I'm mostly respected

Ring down to the necklace

Some hos say i'm sexist

Cuz all i wanna do is stuff coke in they breastes

Sit back, lift stakes, count money

In the zone, roll tha doe

Like this, come on

I need a prada chick

To take this dick, and take this script

And flick this shit, base this shit

We can go shopping and buy some things

Up in harry winston ma, try some rings

How you feel like u is prince di

So much cuts on your wrist

They could draw suiside

No lie, you aint heard?

Extensive trips, expensive whips

You aint seen nothing like this

Not in your life

If i aint that nigga, shit you fuckin right

Cant nobody

Do them things we do

And cant nobody

Touch me like u do

Cant nobody

Love me like you do

And cant nobody

Be like me and you

Who gon' cop them hos? (Po)

Who gon rock them clothes? (po)

Who gon' pop them fros? (Po)

Well i'm glad you know

No need to ask who holla'd

You aint nada, me alotta

Shyne winton gotta

See you niggas in hell

Now lets prevail, feds on the tel

Just post bail, a million in cash

Now u know that aint rappin pimpin

Please believe that

Body smoked like we was jus ganna clap em' up

That aint enough? then why u backin up

Niggas talkin real greesy on them rap records

Look i'm strip u naked, take ya necklace

Give it to my soldiers like "hold this"

Fuck you nigga u could never fool this

But anyway back to business

Lets play

One CPW come through

I like girls that like girls

That like girls that like furrs

Ok

Cant nobody

Do them things we do

And cant nobody

Touch me like u do

Cant nobody

Love me like you do

And cant nobody

Be like me and you

Ooooooooooooooooo yay...

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