NEW SHOES (Clean)
2KBABY"NEW SHOES (Clean)" is a song by 2KBABY, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:27 long and contains 49 lines and 452 words.
0:20I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes
0:23I ain't have a clue what to do
0:25Gotta thank God for a lot I ain't on the block
0:28N***a better stop who is you
0:30They gon' talk a lot when you not on top now I'm hot
0:33Now a n***a cop what he wanna cop off the lot
0:35Why they worry about what a n***a got Ayy
0:37B***h I ain't worried 'bout you
0:40Never had a lot but I made a cop and I made it pop
0:43Made it do what it do
0:45Punchin' in the clock money in the box just to wear some rocks
0:48Still graduated school
0:50'Member I was bummy now I'm gettin' money cookin' up with Sonny
0:53Man they said that I would lose yeah
0:55So I had to bust a move oh yeah yeah
0:59Mama cried on Christian really sittin' in the back seat
1:01I was only tryna make our sister way too happy
1:04I know you probably love me more if I had stayed a athlete
1:06So I been runnin' through these f**kin' hundreds like a track meet
1:08Then ever since we fell out I ain't kept up with my acne
1:11I been solo-doloing ain't had them on the back knee
1:13Heard word around the city man some n***as wanna whack me
1:16Four hundred Taylor totin' tell a n***a Come get at me yeah
1:19I'm in the game now
1:20I took my brothers out the ghetto and I ain't changed now
1:23I love they mothers like no other through my veins now
1:25Neck clutter when I rock a couple chains now
1:28Best cover when I tell you that the gang slide
1:31Next bust'll come through bustin' at the same time
1:33Bad bustin' 'bout two hundred set the lane fire
1:35Chest burnin' from his burner I just thank God
1:39I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes
1:41I ain't have a clue what to do
1:44Gotta thank God for a lot I ain't on the block
1:46N***a better stop who is you
1:48They gon' talk a lot when you not on top now I'm hot
1:51Now a n***a cop what he wanna cop off the lot
1:53Why they worry about what a n***a got Ayy
1:55Yeah yeah yeah
1:56B***h I ain't worried 'bout you
1:58Never had a lot but I made a cop and I made it pop
2:01Made it do what it do
2:03Yeah
2:03Punchin' in the clock money in the box just to wear some rocks
2:06Still graduated school
2:08Yeah
2:08'Member I was bummy now I'm gettin' money cookin' up with Sonny
2:11Man they said that I would lose yeah
2:27So I had to bust a move oh yeah yeah
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 N***a better stop who is you They gon' talk a lot when you not on top now I'm hot Now a n***a cop what he wanna cop off the lot Why they worry about what a n***a got Ayy B***h 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 f**kin' hundreds like a track meet Then ever since we fell out I ain't kept up with my acne I been solo-doloing ain't had them on the back knee Heard word around the city man some n***as wanna whack me Four hundred Taylor totin' tell a n***a 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 N***a better stop who is you They gon' talk a lot when you not on top now I'm hot Now a n***a cop what he wanna cop off the lot Why they worry about what a n***a got Ayy Yeah yeah yeah B***h 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
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