Dirty Shoes Lyrics - Young Thug

Yeah, yeah slime 

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty 

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty 

Yeah, yeah 

My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin' 

I can't do nothin' with that bitch, the way she flodgin' 

Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' 

Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 

Couple hoes they ménage à trois me 

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty 

I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry 

Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 

I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains 

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Okay if you seen her with me you know she workin' 

Okay I just spent a quarter mil on purses 

I have never settled for a bitch that swerves me 

Oh yeah, oh 

Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip 

My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me 

Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs nigga 

I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the skirts nigga 

I wore Balmain way before your church niggas 

I know Chanel personal work, Celia 

I know, I'm the GOAT, I know 

All four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy 

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Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty 

I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry 

Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 

I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains 

Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just know she stalkin' 

Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my niggas starvin' 

Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 

Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in' 

I done had my trunk for the whole engine (for the whole engine) 

I'm tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a whole million) 

Niggas be plottin', the reason I tote a semi (tote a semi) 

YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys (YSL) 

You niggas you stealin' my drip, 

I'ma need a percentage (I'ma need a percentage) 

Just got some head from your bitch, 

I ain't even wanna hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it) 

Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act, 

I feel like like a chemist (feel like like a chemist) 

Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business (slatt) 

Slime was the first to take me 'cross the border ('cross the border) 

Walked inside of Saks and spent a quarter (spent a quarter) 

Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler (I'm a spoiler) 

Young Gun' wanna a goat, in that order (in that order) 

Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora Bora (Bora Bora) 

Rode the four door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse) 

Went to fifty states and back on a world tour (world tour) 

Hundred racks, I came a long way from Diadoras (Diadoras) 

I just made one of my bitches take my other bitch some paper out in LA 

Yeah, I just made one of my girls 

take my other girl some paper out in LA 

Told me got me to too, wait 'til I arrive 

Told me have her too, wait 'til I arrive, yeah 

Oh my god, it's mob ties (hey) 

Gucci bag for my shoes, they look dirty 

I got thirty new bitches like I'm Curry 

Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 

I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains 

Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just know she stalkin' 

Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin' 

Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 

Couple hoes they ménage à trois-in'