NEW SHOES

2KBABY

I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes I ain't have a clue what to do Gotta thank God for a lot, I ain't on the block Nigga better stop, who is you? They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I'm hot Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot Why they worry 'bout what a nigga got? Ayy Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout you Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop Made it do what it do Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks Still graduated school 'Member I was bummy, now I'm gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny Man, they said that I would lose, yeah So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah Mama cried on Christian really sittin' in the back seat I was only tryna make our sister way too happy I know you probably love me more if I had stayed a athlete So I been runnin' through these fuckin' hundreds like a track meet Then ever since we fell out, I ain't kept up with my acne I been solo-doloin', ain't had them on the back knee Heard word around the city, man, some niggas wanna whack me Four hundred, Taylor totin', tell a nigga, "Come get at me," yeah I'm in the game now I took my brothers out the ghetto and I ain't changed now I love they mothers like no other through my veins now Neck clutter when I rock a couple chains now Best cover when I tell you that the gang slide Next bust'll come through bustin' at the same time Bad bustin', 'bout two hundred, set the lane fire Chest burnin' from his burner, I just thank God I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes I ain't have a clue what to do Gotta thank God for a lot, I ain't on the block Nigga better stop, who is you? They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I'm hot Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot Why they worry 'bout what a nigga got? Ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout you Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop Made it do what it do (yeah) Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks Still graduated school (yeah) 'Member I was bummy, now I'm gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny Man, they said that I would lose, yeah So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah

Written by: Cedric R. Hailey, Christian M Todd, Donald Earle Degrate, Sonny Corey UwaezuokeLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Create your own version of your favorite music.

Sing now

Kanto is available on:

google-playapp-storehuawei-store