Mickey Factz - Jimmy Choo's lyrics

[Verse 1 - J.A.M.E.S. Watts] I had this girl one time When I met her, she blew my mind Looking back I blew my time Messing with her, cause her design, was predisposed To lust for parties, she would go Every night in Manolo's Never would show up for shows Rap wasn't her cup of tea Wonder why she f**ed with me I guess she got caught somewhere along the line And after a while felt stuck with me What f**ery....should've just left But in bed she did "that" the best Early on by my request Had wild s** at my behest But retrospectively, regrets Would be what was left after she'd jet I guess I figured with some respect Her self esteem, would self correct I was wrong, she was gone f**ing with artists, who was on Throwing up the "Roc", while sipping Ciroc At a party that was hosted by Sean John Got no platinum, just these songs A couple of things that I can dream on A couple of hustles I could scheme on She made all that just seem so wrong Wanted to be in them flashing lights Funny how the wrong ones will make you write (right) Hey girl, I'll leave on the hall light She'll be home, but not tonight [Hook] She's got the Jimmy Choo's She needs the Jimmy Choo's [Verse 1 - Mickey Factz] See I was creepin' with this chick Thought me and her could be legit Gucci and Fendi, sippin' Remy Damn, what a conceited b**h Had to be rich, to see her tits And live in midtown, just get down You know right around East 55th Near the highway where the bridges sit sh**! Nah, that's way out my league But I got game, so we made a team She got it poppin' kept on shoppin All in the mirror, wouldn't even wear it Like Michael Jackson she keep it in the closet Damn, and you know she bad Mac lipstick and Chloe bag Was a rock star like Zoe's dad (damn!) Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger... sh**, I ain't got no gold Mami digged me, and I ain't even go with her Maybe cuz I'm bout to blow, whoa! Call me Joey Lawrence, I'm on it But she is so retarded Thought it would help if we don't be flossin' Then our thing went into the coffin Shorty was talkin' to James Watts She took him to the same spots Bought her skirts and bags, shirts and hats A ring, a watch Shorty got a problem that ain't gonna stop Opened up a door that ain't gonna lock Used to rap, now I'm singing the blues Just to buy her some shoes [Hook]