Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes
Dark side of town, baby mama blues
My time with their half-witted reviews
My brothers need some clothes and shoes
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
Come and walk a mile in my shoes.
Cause i will run home and grab my shoes
You would think that i had a match for a tooth
And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke
That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke
Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever
I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
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