Gilded Slippers
[Intro: W.ILL]
I’m feeling, feeling sexier than ever in my gilded slippers
Nobody checking my pimping, no limping, she don’t stop
So she get it, get it, she get it, get it, get it, get it
She don’t stop, she get, it get it, I’m feeling feeling
[Chorus: $tevie Adam$]
You know you need it, you know you need it
Trap stayed popping like a fat girl’s cleavage
[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
I left this hoe, I ain’t spend a dime in stroke
‘Cause I was straight to Kamaal’s, I had to ball
Three bitches with no drawers, one of ‘em was so tall
I climbed that ladder, I had to empty my bladder
Too many shots of tequila, it’s nice to meet you
I’m hurting feelings, I ain’t worry ‘bout these [?]
Ain’t nobody checking my pimping, I’m sipping this
Simply, it’s just some strippers, everybody tipping
This advised admission, I call a devil old niggas
Spending all they pinching, and that car was rented
He had to borrow some denchers so he could bite down
Cock buffing at an all time high, so watch the fall guys
’Cause the haters come from all sides, he had the nickel
Drew ‘em park side, they smart guys, stark five
Fifteen is when my heart died, I hate part-time hustles
I’m trying to get the whole duffel, shuffle my playlist
You ain’t even doing it right, unless they hate you
And my book is only fifty pages, cool
Cooking crack up in my winnebago, even if I
Seen a hoe drowning, man I wouldn’t save her
[Chorus: $tevie Adam$]
You know you need it, you know you need it
Trap stayed popping like a fat girl’s cleavage
[Verse 2: Ugly Boy Modeling]
Stop calling my phone man, I’m out here hanging
Speaker something playing, dick I’m slinging
Pimping in my blood, granddaddy wasn’t playing
Never been a sucker, pockets stay on super saiyan
Witness shit, no talking, I’m swinging
Run up on my nigga wrong way, I might made you
From the west side Columbus, part from my haters
Boy I’m really hustling everyday, you niggas playing
I get her something flip that then give back to the hood
Teach the next brother how to get good, that’s the move
I’m educated and can count money, smooth ass nigga
Make your girl wanna count for me, no banging
Give addiction, fall in love and she won’t leave me
I bet her mama try to fuck so when she might [?]
Big faces, get ‘em everyday, I look edgy
Get that pussy off the couch baby, come and feed me