JbDubs - Bitch Boots

No, it doesn't matter what I've got on my feet
I imagine bitch boots walking down the street
Daggers on the pavement while I chop up the strut
Heckin' rubberneckin' creepers all wanna fuck

Thigh highs up in a high rise
Thick thighs make the dick rise

From punks to suits
They love my bitch boots
Rockin' cocky up the block
They love my bitch boots
I gets the money
I gets the cash
I bags the loot
When I'm in my bitch boots yeah

I'm feelin' kinda good
I could walk from New York City to Hollywood
Everybody awed by the bod and the quads
Everybody want a naughty hottie with a body
Ah!

Thigh highs up in a high rise
Thick thighs make the dick rise

From punks to suits
They love my bitch boots
Rockin' cocky up the block
They love my bitch boots
I gets the money
I gets the cash
I bags the loot
When I'm in my bitch boots yeah

Patent leather patent leather
Don't my legs look good together
Patent leather patent leather
Don't my legs look good together (Yeah)

Thigh highs up in a high rise
Thick thighs make the dick rise

From punks to suits
They love my bitch boots
Rockin' cocky up the block
They love my bitch boots
I gets the money
I gets the cash
I bags the loot
When I'm in my bitch boots yeah

Written by:
James Whiteside

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