NEW SHOES (Explicit)
2KBABY"NEW SHOES (Explicit)" is a song by 2KBABY, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:13 long and contains 78 lines and 454 words.
Lyrics
0:20I can't do nothin' but thank
0:22God for the new shoes
0:23I ain't have a clue what to do
0:25Gotta thank God for a lot
0:27I ain't on the block
0:28Nigga better stop who is you
0:30They gon' talk a lot
0:31When you not on top now I'm hot
0:32Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot
0:35Why they worry about what a nigga got ayy
0:38B*tch I ain't worried 'bout you
0:40Never had a lot
0:41But I made a cop and I made it pop
0:43Made it do what it do
0:45Punchin' in the clock
0:46Money in the box just to wear some rocks
0:48Still graduated school
0:49Still graduated school
0:50Member I was bummy now I'm gettin' money
0:51Cookin' up with sonny
0:52Man they said that I would lose yeah
0:55So I had to bust a move oh yeah yeah
0:59Mama cried on christian
1:00Really sittin' in the back seat
1:01I was only tryna
1:02Make our sister way too happy
1:03I know you probably love me more
1:05If I had stayed a athlete
1:06So I been runnin' through these
1:07F*ckin' hundreds like a track meet
1:09Then ever since we fell out
1:10I ain't kept up with my acne
1:11I been solo-doloing
1:12Ain't had them on the back knee
1:13Heard word around the city man
1:15Some n***as wanna whack me
1:16Four hundred taylor totin' tell a n***a
1:17Come get at me yeah
1:19I'm in the game now
1:20I took my brothers out
1:21The ghetto and I ain't changed now
1:23I love they mothers like no other
1:24Through my veins now
1:26Neck clutter when I rock
1:27A couple chains now
1:28Best cover when
1:29I tell you that the gang slide
1:30Next bust'll come through
1:31Bustin' at the same time
1:33Bad bustin' 'bout two hundred
1:34Set the lane fire
1:35Chest burnin' from his burner
1:36I just thank God
1:38God
1:39I can't do nothin' but thank God
1:40For the new shoes
1:41I ain't have a clue what to do
1:44Gotta thank God for a lot
1:45I ain't on the block
1:46N***a better stop who is you
1:48They gon' talk a lot
1:49When 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
1:55Yeah ayy
1:56B*tch I ain't worried 'bout you
1:58Never had a lot
1:59But I made a cop and I made it pop
2:01Made it do what it do yeah
2:03Punchin' in the clock
2:04Money in the box just to wear some rocks
2:06Still graduated school yeah
2:08Member I was bummy
2:09Now I'm gettin' money
2:10Cookin' up with sonny
2:11Man they said that
2:12I would lose yeah
2:13So 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 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 about what a nigga got ayy B*tch 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 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*ckin' 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 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 Yeah ayy B*tch 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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