Young Buck - House Shoes Feat. B-Do & City Paper lyrics

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Chorus:

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

Just parked a new … that bitch my foe

It’s kinda like my money out the top four

Don’t add switches, but that bitch dropped low

G got my wrist froze like a eskimo

It’s B-Do, hoe, you know I’m on my city boy

Just caught to chase, I feel like City Boy

Hit… mode just for some penny..

Yeah, these Guccies, though I spend some penny on them

Got ..in this bitch, he keep the bitch knocking

I’m trying to creep in the game, yeah, a nigga platinum

I got my mini shorts on, these are not caught

I call that presidential swag, your Barrack Obama

All these money piled up like a fucking mountain

I just fuck the pharmacist, that’s all for the counter

I’m under the table, she’s wet as a fountain

And willingly neighbor, thank God I found you!

Chorus:

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?

Seen in my… office by the…

Later on I got my fifty and the club owner

Pull on pajamas and some house shoes

Serving out my porter making bitch house too

I’m keep on with who I gave an once two

Them twenty eight glimpse count too

Got big old..the dream is pulling out, damn it, I’m through!

My mind on a hundred things, hand in hand with these hundred things

Fucked up nigga, when I dream, all I see is Murder Sheen!

Some tell me I meet up, my mind is…

Saw these ones stinked up, me and B gonna licked up

Louis hoes shoes, beat up!

Boy, I fuck this beat up!

Bad bitch ain’t paper shit

But boy, she’s rolling this weed up!

You’re standing on the couch in my house shoes

I’m smoking loud while I’m locked out in the fast two

When I get out, niggas better have my pray, too

Fuck these bitches, where I’m going need some head, too!

I am in the penitence, I swear I caught my house shoes

Locked up in my mother fucking house shoes

When I get out, bitch, it’s out hoe

When I get out, bitch, it’s hoe

Chorus:

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I’m trying to spend this bread, I think I’mma need some head

Spend some Benz on these fucking slippers and these Louis bags!

Check the.. on the hotel

She’s pure white like my last cold sell

There was one night, told the hoe to sleep tight

… in my Chevy is a… tell her dig the night!

Sipping, rocking, true religion before the shit was high, bitch

Bang roses, and jack… is forty block shit! Let’s go!

Beat her when he do, remember me in high-school

Up with throwing the teacher with five Benz in my house shoes

And then they locked me up, told me that I’m high

Walking through the parlor.. envision me at mid-night!

Let’s go! This is city paper… and Gucci frame

And she can’t do it from the back, cause she’s too ashamed!

And I respect that, but the windows is jet black

And my time shown and I’m waiting on these hundred pounds

from these wet backs and house shoes

Chorus:

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I spend a couple hundreds on some house shoes

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?

I’m getting money, what about you?