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Shyne - Jimmy Choo Lyrics
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Irv gotti:
yeah(yeah)
shyne(shyne)
gangland(gangland)
Murder Inc
ha ha
ASHANTI & (shyne)
ooh ooh (alright)
ooh ooh(turn the beat up)
hoo hoo ( I see Q)
ooh yeah
Shyne:
I see you ma
in ya thousand dollar weave
masterpiece
diamond face on ya sleeve.
magnolia legs waist petite
alright
jimmy choo shoes on ya feet
you right
slide in side the spyder
I know you tired of guys
that try ta lie to slide inside
ya
Forget about that
lets go
forget about rap im poe.
I mean really I been gettin'
money since niggas was rappin' funny. actin'
all sast in shit
And you look like you got your head right.
I just hope you give head right.
Breezing through egg shell head lights.
NEW YORK is MINE.
RELAX your mind. UH
ASHANTI
oh oh oh oh
can't nobody do them things we do
and can't nobody touch me like you do
can't nobody love me like you do
and can't nobody me like me and you
SHYNE
It's me eho else you expected.
Ring down to the necklace. Uh.
Some hoes say I'm sexist
cuz all I want to do is stuff
coke in they brestes
Sit back with stacks count
money. In the zone.
I'm the don. Like nigga come on.
I need a prada chick to take this dick,
take this crack and bake it. And basic
shit. And we can go shopping and
buy some things. Up in Harry Winston
ma try some rings. I hear you feel like
you was princess di. So much cuts on
ya wrists think you try suicide. No lie you anit heard
Expensive trips Expensive whips. You anit seen
nothing like this no not in ya life. uh. If i anit that
nigga then we look alike
ASHANTI:
can't nobody do them things we do
and can't nobody touch me like you do
and can't nobody love me like you do
and can't nobody be like me and you.
SHYNE + (ASHANTI)
Who gon' cop them hos?(oh) Po
Who gon rock them clothes?(Oh) po
Who gon' pop them fros?(oh) 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 *****, take ya necklace
Give it to my soldiers like "hold this"
***** 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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