Gunna - Dirty Shoes lyrics
Yeah, yeah slime Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty My n***a Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin' I can't do nothin' with that b***h, the way she flodgin' Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon Couple h**s they ménage à trois me Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty I got thirty new b**hes like I'm Curry Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving I just wiped my d**k off with the Rolls Royce curtains Okay if you seen her with me you know she workin' Okay I just spent a quarter mil on purses I have never settled for a b***h that swerves me Oh yeah, oh Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the fur's with'em My n***as call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs n***a I told Fear of God bout the jeans, with the skirts n***a I wore Balmain way before your church n***as I know Chanel personal work cellular I know, I'm the GOAT, I know All four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty I got thirty new b**hes like I'm Curry Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving I just wiped my d**k off with the Rolls Royce curtains Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the b***h, just know she stalkin' Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my n***as starvin' Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon Couple h**s they ménage à trois-in' How the hell my trunk fit a whole engine (fit a whole engine) I'm tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a whole million) n***as be plottin', the reason I tote a semi (tote a semi) YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys (YSL) You n***as you stealin' my drip, I'ma need a percentage (I'ma need a percentage) Just got some head from your b***h, I ain't even wanna hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it) Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act, I feel like like a chemist (feel like like a chemist) Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business (slatt) Slime was the first to take me ‘cross the border (‘cross the border) Walked inside of Saks and spent a quarter (spent a quarter) Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler (I'm a spoiler) Young Gun wunna a goat in that order (in that order) Me and booka loc 'bout to go to Bora Bora (Bora Bora) Rode the four door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse) Went to fifty states and back on a world tour (world tour) Human Races, I came a long way from Diadoras (Diadoras) I just made one of my b**hes take my other b***h some paper out in LA Yeah, I just made one of my girls take my other girl some paper out in LA Told them they have a two-way 'til I arrive Told them they have a two-way 'til I arrive, yeah All my guys mob tied (hey) Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty I got thirty new b**hes like I'm Curry Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving I just wiped my d**k off with the Rolls Royce curtains Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the b***h, just know she stalkin' Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my n***as starvin' Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon Couple h**s they ménage à trois-innn'