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Jimmy Choo (Album Version Explicit)

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Letra de Jimmy Choo (Album Version Explicit)

Yeah Shyne, gang land, murder inc. Haha Alright, turn the beat up I see you, okI see you ma, in your thoughsand doller weave Master p style I'm on ya sleeveAlright, jimmy shoo shoes on ya feet? Shoot, right Slide inside the spider I know tired of guys who try to lie To slide inside you Forget about that, lets go Forget about rap, I'm PoI mean really, I been gettin money Since niggas is rappin' for me It's fast as shit 'Cause you don't look like, you got your head right I just hope that you can give head right Breezin' through XL, headlights New York is mine, relax your mindOoh Can't nobody Do the things we do And can't nobody Touch me like you doCan't nobody Love me like you do And can't nobody Be like me and youThis is Me I'm mostly respected Ring down to the necklace Some hos say I'm sexist Cause all I wanna do is stuff coke in they breastesSit 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 you is prince diSo much cuts on your wrist They could draw suiside No lie, you aint heard? Extensive trips, expensive rips You ain't seen nothing like this Not in your life If I ain't that nigga, shit you fuckin rightCan't nobody Do the things we do And can't nobody Touch me like u doCan't nobody Love me like you do And can't nobody Be like me and youWho 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 ain't nada, me alotta Shyne winton gottaSee you niggas in hell Now lets prevail, feds on the tel Just post bail, a million in cash Now you know that ain't rappin' pimpin' Please believe thatBody smoked like we was jus ganna clap em' up That ain't enough? then why you backin up Niggas talkin' real greesy on them rap records Look I'm strip you naked, take ya necklace Give it to my soldiers like "hold this" Fuck you nigga you 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 OkCan't nobody Do the things we do And can't nobody Touch me like you doCan't nobody Love me like you do And can't nobody Be like me and you