Stiz Grimey - Converse Girl lyrics

INTRO (J Tronius) Stiz Grimey, Tron-a-lone Stiz Grimey, Tron-a-lone Stiz Grimey, to all you Converse girls HOOK 2x (J Tronius) I call her my Converse girl Shorty got swag Won't you come ride tonight? I call her my Converse girl I call her my Converse girl hey VERSE 1 (Stiz Grimey) She ain't gotta say nothin she know she k**in em Lips always matching her kicks you know I'm feeling em Don't know how she do it it's something I can't explain But the way she say my name swear it's driving me insane She don't ask me to provide her with sh**, she got her own Likes to kick it and get high at the crib, she's not alone Said she's something like a fairy tail fussy with her hair and nails Every color you can imagine but she don't share a pair Shorty she's super fine, plus she's super thick She give me super head, that's my super b**h Never no jealousy, never no stupid sh** Tell me what your fantasy is baby I'm Ludacris She got that pretty girl swag I'm such a fan Said I'm nothing like your man shorty bust it for them bands, damn I'll grab the cam baby girl we'll get our flick on And right before we, I whispered baby leave your kicks on HOOK VERSE 2 (Evan Black) I pull up in the spot no NBA, girl looking like she got an MBA Sipping on a drink that I sent her way Trying not to come off in a pretentious way but I Said what's your name? Where you friends at I know they must've came? I know what a guy like me's gotta do to get a girl like you So trust I ain't bustin game You a dope chick chucks the same, bar lace with the custom paint High tops with a touch of fade short skirt with an a** that would crush the stage Oh me? I wouldn't say I got a lust for fame, I just do it for the d** and things Make rap for the fans that'll give back give a dap at the show Cause me I'm just the same She feelin the vibe, got her up in the truck breaking it down and puffin a blunt Highed up, slow in the cut, fine summer time girl with her Cons on chuckin it up She ain't that problem girl, she's like a model girl less the b**h Came up right but ain't uptight she like fine wine and listening to some Wu-Tang hits Yeah that's my Cons girl, down chick, type to hit her up whenever I'm around chick Break a pound down to an ounce chick That throw a f**in party yellin bounce b**h Bounce b**h! now we floating, let shorty hit the bomb first In them Converse with that potent, take em off bust it open HOOK