If the Shoe Fits

Lethal Bizzle & K-Trap - Rap
If the Shoe Fits
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Duration: 2:29
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Lethal] I just come through with the triple A passes, hold the mandem down Circle decreased but increased in value, them man ain't around Still the talk of the town They done shit then tried to come back and think man's still gonna hold them down *kmt*... Them mandem are clowns You made your bed so lay in it All i did was show man love, but you stayed betrayin' it Your energy's got decay in it You didn't believe in the vision You man need a opticion Yeah, you made a stupid decision and now you wanna come around and think imma - listennn This that time is money flow True say that was time ago Still can't be around me though The cards i dealt were dynamo The cards i dealt were built to win You took no risks, safety pin And then you switch sides, Chamberlain I dunno what frequencies you're enablin' No point in breadings You shoulda been here on the jet with gang listening to Otis Redding Yeah, i forgive but i ain't forgettin' Mistakes are made... learn from them I don't wanna hear from them Follow who? We can' be a social friend [Interval] *If you stay in your comfort zone that is where you will fail Succes is not a comfortable procedure So you gotta get comfortable being uncomfortable if you ever wanna be succesful* [Verse 2 - K-Trap] Just spent a arm and a leg on hammers, now i'm skint gang, tryna get back Air that block now we flyin' them humps just tryna get back AMG jet black, limo tint, they dunno it's Trap Louis V, about 2-2 tees, keep the receipt for tax He ain't gonna step he's tired, stop your noise and all of that chat I threw 250 in a pot, i'm tryna get everything back Don't do a diss that's stupid, i know cupid, shoot man's chest Don't see me i'm in DXB, business flight, i got room to rest You ain't ever got it raw, so damn raw that there's room to press Talk 'bout birds, there's a few in the nest You take 3 i'll do up the rest I told her 'no' but she threw on a dress Jeet that down with aggression, now it's paragraphs, she wanna text [Verse 3 - Lethal] She wanna flex She wants this pressure all in her neck She try tell me how she likes Birkins All i like is money, baguettes Top corner, finesse Now homegirl is bringing man groceries... Just to get this D in her ovaries
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Credits
- Writers
- Finn Wigan
- Lethal Bizzle
- K-Trap