In My Shoes Lyrics - Singles - Lou Nac

Yessirr!!! 

Ya'll was waiting for this one, huh. 

{Verse 1} 

A Jersey Nigga wit a Philly number out in DC 

On my way to ATL Nobody fucking wit me, 

I'm scope @ the open getting plaster at the Masters. 

Lemonade's my weakness, might catch me out at Preakness, 

Looking for a curvy Darby to keep me like a Kirby, freak me til its early,Then compete up in the derby, I be stroking out Hoboken poking off ofjoking, (bitches want the dick so bad they groping) Well she had it in her mouth Kat prolly still soaking and I'm still smoking 

Claustrophobic to the bibbies, too many in the city, so I float with different bitties don't get wit me if you iffy, get with the program Maam 

or eat a cracker wit some toe jam and scram, Got damn, I grew up 

at a young age, it "Louie Logic" got gloves for sale if I let one go, 

it might just hit her rib cage. 

Hook 1 

Do what you do I'm getting mine, screw what you screw, 

I'm hitting mine, competition I'm shitting mine, 

fit in these shoes, not fitting mine 

Not fitting mine 

fit in these shoes, not fitting mine 

{Verse 2} 

I'm not a rapper I'd prefer if you call me writer, 

2 year old flows get passed like a dirty diaper, 

therefore I can't wait til you enter the cipher, 

I spit gas one thumb you can have you fire, 

I get guts like a ab glider and lift weights when 

I hitch like a pathfinder, need wheels, I approve deals, 

on the mic I blackout on spades check my wheel wells. 

Hook 2 

Do what you do I'm getting mine, screw what you screw, 

I'm hitting mine, competition I'm shitting mine, 

fit in these shoes, not fitting mine 

Not fitting mine 

fit in these shoes, not fitting mine 

{Verse 3} 

Hypothesis is wrong I'm far from finished, 

Elway in the last two minutes just when you thought 

the well was dry I rain and replenish, so you should go 

ahead and call Guinness, I keep a egg, dough so long I do this 

freely, only if you could see what I see, loyalty over royalty the game spoiled me royally soiled the princess left the queen bed oily, 

boil me hard tough guy why so bubbles can smack you in the I in reply I in the sky I of the wise guys cracking on you wit no mafia ties, 

or ribbon just pure talent God given so why try battle he sent ravens in, you thirty with a bird chest cause your brain caved in, dreams of a rap star life of a crashed car. 

Hook 3 

Do what you do I'm getting mine, screw what you screw, 

I'm hitting mine, competition I'm shitting mine, 

fit in these shoes, not fitting mine 

Not fitting mine 

fit in these shoes, not fitting mine