Kutt Calhoun - J's On My Feet Lyrics

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What's up Kutt baby? it's Paul Wall

You know how we do it doin in Texas ridin on the 84's

Why don't you let them boys know how you do it down there in Kansas City

Know what I'm talkin bout

You know I'm comin down lookin draped up and dripped out

200 for the Gucci jeans iced up and chipped out

150 for the tennis shoes I lace up and dip out

Expensive? to taste let it dissolve in your bitch mouth

Fresh out on em all lookin like a tailor made

Manikin from Harold Penn's at the Landing Mall

My Kansas City fitted's to the side cause I'm a dog

Bandana out my pocket and I'm fin to blind em all

I'm tellin you it's nuthin just check out my demeanor

Extra crispy when I step out I'm a walkin talkin cleaners

On my way up to the liquor store to purchase me a pleaser

Malibu 151 pineapple juice and case of beers

The ride look like throw up and niggas say it's sick

I chuck the deuce when I roll up and represent the click

I'm gettin down how I know brah real heavy on a bitch

Me and my niggas all post up forever on the strip with them

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J's on my feet feet

Car full of beat beat

Trunk full of heat

Caribou in the seat I got The sun start to get low bustas turn to flip mode

Lookin out for enemies with hands on the pistols

It's time to turn your shit low and listen for the tip toes

Cause Killa City's known for makin simple threats official

It's murk in the air so we party with caution

You can't be sure the Al B. when somebody is watchin

Til all of a sudden bells ringin bodies are droppin

You think I'm crazy this happens in my area often for them

J's on my feet feet

Car full of beat beat

Trunk full of heat

Caribou in the seat I got

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Let's find a place to meet up it used to be a Jimmy's

Now when niggas drunk and hungry everybody go to Denny's

By the stadium and it don't even cost a pretty penny

When you get there it's like a party everybody in it

Elbow to elbow niggas connectin tables

Bein loud and obnoxious yellin at all the waiters

And the bitch I used to fuck with sittin right over there

Now my mind's on some fuck shit nigga cause I'm a player

Motionin and gesturin for her to meet the guest you with

I guess that's when she members I'm more flyer than the rest of them

We dippin in the whip now I told the hoe to sit back

She pullin on my zipper pulled the skipper out and lick that

Made a nigga zig zag I'm losin all my bearins

Bout to bubble like I'm Aaron got a suite up at the Clarion

Damn shit is fucked up before I beat the meat I need the Magnums

Gotta have em so I'm smashin out to grab em with the

J's on my feet feet

Car full of beat beat

Trunk full of heat

Caribou in the seat I got

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