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letra de lo-top sneakers - iller than theirs

[verse 1: baje one]
yo, hah, it’s like sweet potato pie
with whipped cream, this team
ain’t sh-t sweet and n0body’s sixteen!
we souled out with a u in the middle
pursuing a little
but the food is the riddle
and i’ma fill my belly ’till i’m satiated
not trying to walk away emaciated
i’m a, 5’11 buck 90 on the scale
young white male with a story to tell
but yo, this ain’t a story song
this ain’t a boring song
and the flow’s so liquid they just pour me on
like the gravy on top of this
crazy mashed topato monstrosity
they building with they own hands
so while you’re bouncing
kray and toney tank top
connected to the other side
like close encounters
cherish bad manners at the restaraunt
they just a little bit iller than the rest of ya’ll
it goes hop, skip, jump to the rhythm of rap
the toes tap and the hands go clap
it goes stop, drop, roll to the rhythm of rhyme
it sound fine and it’s so on time
because my, heart beat to the rhythm of this sh-t
coming with the flows equipped with the hop, skip, jump
to the rhythm of nuk
the secret recipe dog
never giving it up, never giving it up
never giving it up, never giving it up
never giving it up, we never giving it up
we never giving it up
never giv-giving it up

[verse 2: krayo]
i’m rocking lo-top sneakers
up to my ankles in the mud beneath the speakers
what we gonna do is raise it up into the bleachers
we just like some preachers
we communicate but we don’t f-ck around with teachers
this ain’t a cl-ssroom and i ain’t a cl-ssy dude
stomach filled with nasty food
that a foreman grilled, with an attidude
like i’m mad at you
but i’m not
cuz’ sh-t is hot to death
i rock the best of both the float or sink
you motherf-ckers think “what?”
you need to slow your roll, stop your rock
calm the f-ck down stop sucking c-ck
bring it down a notch, you’re not my equal
please don’t make me sun you in front of all of these people
(ohhhhhhh!), you’re not cool
you’re playing by the rules buy you playing a fool

[verse 3: tone tank]
tone tank and catch static
leave you spun like gl-ss addicts
bull in a china shop, i’m haphazard
born under the sign of a taurus, man
you holding a map that’s a sign of a taurus
job cashing on some outlaw sh-t
while you on some garth brooks tryin to outfluence kids
i’m standing at a red like get out your whip
you’re gonna catch a bear won’t get out your mitt
dip dip dive and no socializin’
stick to myself like velcro in silence
really kinda quiet like cellphones on vibrate
don’t sleep motherf-cker like no dose of fibrin(?)
tone t, krayo and baje boss
anyone don’t like us we’ll f-ck ’em and stay lost
run up in your lab and sn-tch a grey cog
like you just broke your pool and sank the eight-ball!

[chorus]
we got the lo-tops, we got the hi-tops
we got the lo-tops, we got the hi-tops
we got the lo-tops, we got the hi-tops
we got the mids!
we got the lo-tops, we got the hi-tops
we got the lo-tops, we got the hi-tops
we got the lo-tops, we got the hi-tops
we got the mids!
we got the mids!
we got the mids!
we get the mids!
mids!

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