Trait Razor - Jimmy Choo (feat. Deezy410 & Trevor Thompson)

Ooh
She way too cool for Jimmy Choo
Them Louboutins is old news (Ya)
She'll trade her jewels for the blues
No Trader Joe's no Whole Foods
Now all she eat is capsules
A lil' Molly lil' booze
She sugar coats her nostrils
I call all night she won't pick up
She only answer for the plug
She can't remember how to love (Can you turn me up a lil' bit tho?)
She prolly passed out in the tub (Yeah, that's good)
Fuck
Fuck them Jimmy Choos, she can do without 'em
Smacked her on the ass now that's a red bottom
She could pop tags but she rather get saucy
Molly on my body and I let her lick it off me
Send your chick DOA no coffin
She drink it up, said "Hold on that offspring"
She hit the blunt no coughin'
I think Im'a change her last name to Daughton
Then we came off that high, came to my senses
Her brain is fried, this ho is senseless
She open that mouth and I'll be her densist
She gave me that crown and I call her princess
Ooh (Ooh yea)
She way too cool for Jimmy Choo (Way too cool for Jimmy Choo)
Them Louboutins is old news
She'll trade her jewels for the blues
No Trader Joe's no Whole Foods (Ooh ooh)
Now all she eat is capsules (All she eat is capsules)
A lil' Molly lil' booze
(Booze)
She sugar coats her nostrils
I call all night she won't pick up (Way too cool)
She only answer for the plug (Way too cool)
She don't remember how to love (She way too cool)
She prolly passed out in the club (She way too cool)
Fuck
She way too cool for Jimmy Choo
(Ah)
I laced her up in Yeezy Boost
(That right)
She rep the set I break the rules
(Yea yea)
She make em sweat I make em choose
We collab and they collude
(We collab and they collude)
I make her wet I'm makin' moves
(I make her wet I'm makin' moves)
She hit me when she in the mood
(She hit me when she in the mood)
I hit her back and leave that pussy black and blue
Blame it on the dog inside me
Blame it on the dogs beside me
All my homies like me
Black Mercedes with the high beams
Ride clean for my hygiene
Try the team and I get grimey (Yea)
Love is war and I been a soldier
That Sig Sauer up in the holster
Goin' in like kamikaze
I'm throwin' threats and I'm catchin' bodies
All this shit is real girl
I'm just tryin'a chill girl
Pacify my evil gimme somethin' I can feel girl (Ah)
Ooh
She way too cool for Jimmy Choo
Them Louboutins is old news
She'll trade ya jewels for the blues
No Trader Joe's no Whole Foods (Trader Joe's no Whole Foods)
Nah all she eat is capsules
A lil' Molly lil' booze (lil' Molly lil' booze)
She's fuckin' up her nostrils
I call all night she won't pick up
She only answer for the plug
She can't remember how to love
She prolly passed out in the tub

Written by:
Camillo Iacoboni, Mary Daughton, Trevor Thompson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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