Testo Same Shoes - Kidd Kidd feat. FL Dusa
Testo della canzone Same Shoes (Kidd Kidd feat. FL Dusa), tratta dall'album Street Fame
Uhh, uhh I hope he slip on this banana peel
That chopper hit him, sat him down, put him on chill
Tryna be ducking it, bit off his ear like Tyson Holyfield
You know what we on, better have your cleats on in that field
How you a real one, but you ain't never keep it real
You fucked your partner baby mama while he up in jail
Man, that's just how these niggas is
I just popped a half, shawty took the other half a pill
Couldn't nut, up to the mall to get that real feel
Wear designer every day, I used to be dirty for real
I can't sign the first deal they wave
Bitch I know I'm worth some mills
You ain't an opp, you a hater
Only reason I let you live
Nothing in this world free
Favors ain't gon pay the bills
This one pair of boots cost me
Like five pair of Timbs
She just got her body done
Now she look like Lil Kim
Big pimp, you a shrimp
Going broke behind a bitch
Four five six haters
They don't wanna see you win
Glock forty with the switch
Hit the ditch, aim, hit, don't miss
Get rich in a blink
You broke and you tell me you ain't got it
I understand
I used to be in the same shoes too
I couldn't wear em
You broke and you tell me you ain't got it
I understand
I used to be in the same shoes too
I couldn't wear em
I was broke half the time, nigga
But now I'm steppin
Chains swingin, say my name, nigga
Them Glocks bangin
If they talk, would it be homicide
But I tell them niggas they won't do it
Everybody die
You know my niggas slide
OG died, he said this
Keep the hammer, black bandana
When I catch him, I'ma stab him
I'm traumatized from all these homicides
You know how I'm livin
They left his head in his lap
If you slip then you gon get it
They know we leave a nigga missin
Knock him down like dominos
They got switches
And my youngins love to run up close
You know how it goes
When it's gangster, ain't no way around it
Southside
Big pimp, you a shrimp
Going broke behind a bitch
Four five six haters
They don't wanna see you win
Glock forty with the switch
Hit the ditch, aim, hit, don't miss
Get rich in a blink
You broke and you tell me you ain't got it
I understand
I used to be in the same shoes too
I couldn't wear em
You broke and you tell me you ain't got it
I understand
I used to be in the same shoes too
I couldn't wear em
I came up off them grams, nigga
I ain't post nothin on the Gram, nigga
A B C D
Pockets never on E
Family full of dope fiends
Call em Uncle and Auntie
Alligator on my feet
Crocodile Dundee
Pillow talkin to them hoes
They put you on Front Street
Whole nine know me
Used to be a hood rapper
Couple years ago
And I'm better than these new rappers
How you diss me on a song
Then think we cool after
On the Xans, moonwalkin
Only time I move backwards
Big pimp, you a shrimp
Took off on a nigga bitch
Four five six haters
They don't wanna see you win
Glock forty with the switch
Singin like JJ Fish
Aim, hit, don't miss
Get rich in a blink
You broke and you tell me you ain't got it
I understand
I used to be in the same shoes too
I couldn't wear em
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart, Clifton Renard
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