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Jimmy Choo Lyrics
Artist : Shyne Feat. Foxy Brown Album : Godfather Buried Alive Song :
Jimmy Choo
[Shyne talking] 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 style ? on ya
sleeve
Alright, 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 poor 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 XL, headlights New York is mine,
relax your mind
[Ashanti] 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
[verse 2] 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 rips You aint seen nothing like
this Not in your life If i aint that nigga, shit you fuckin
right
[Ashanti] 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
[verse 3] 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
[Ashanti] 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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