Mac Miller - Nikes On My Feet
OhHa ha
Yeah
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
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And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
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And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete (just some motherfuckin' kids)
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Ayy, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em
Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon
Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete
Uh, I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night
Revis take me shoppin' when I'm up in New York
Hit the shoe store go and cop a few more
You at the mall getting dinner at the food court
I'm in LA eatin' twenty-two course
Young boss bitch, paper in my pockets
I got a closet filled with shoe boxes
Mom says my spending habit a little bit obnoxious
But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit
Used to rock hand-me-downs
Now I buy some clothes, wear 'em out
Hit the club, bitches pull they cameras out
Livin' in a dream they beginnin' to believe
My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed
Shit, with what I'm spittin', they should give me a degree
Good liquor, what I'm sippin' isn't cheap
Uh, finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep
All I really need is some shoes on my feet
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
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And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes
Nike Nike Nikes (hey), Nike Nike Nikes (hey)
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes (hey)
Nike Nike Nikes (uh), Nike Nike Nikes (we just some motherfuckin' kids)
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes (ha ha)
I make 'em so mad, they got no swag
Pippens on my feet, they the throw backs
Look, my money good, but these hoes bad
So they stay attached to my gonads, uh
Wakin' up to a few L's
Open up my closet to that new shoe smell
I guess I'm doin' well
Smokin' all the weed that I used to sell
But once my album goes in the shelves
It's going Nextel how it's finna sell
For now we're sellin' tapes out my shoe box
Any spot just set up my shop
You're mad that your girl always says that I'm hot
She buy my t-shirts but she's spendin' your guap
Uh, say what up if you see me around
Nike Airs separate my feet from the ground, it's just
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes (yeah)
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes
Nike Nike Nikes, Nike Nike Nikes
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes
Nike Nike Nikes, Nike Nike Nikes
Written by:
Cynthia De Mari Biggs, Dexter G. Wansel, Malcolm James McCormick, Nasir Jones, Peter O. Phillips
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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