Sneaker Store Terrorist Lyrics

1ST VERSE:

God's Favorite... in them exclusive Rod Laver's

Now I scream, u scream we all scream for Ice Creams I got 'em all flavors

My two-tone uptowns piss off a racist

New York Style, I criss cross my laces

Top to bottom, lotta "sole" inside 'em

And niggaz be jelly they don't know where I got 'em

They be like... "where u get them homey?"

Fuck up out my biz lil' nigga u don't know me

I copped from a spot where the price don't matter

And if u rock them shits right, u got a nice lil' swagger

Blow a digit in a minute on some brand new kicks

Did u see the bahama joints with Bamboo stitch

That pair right there will run u a buck 50

My shoe game mean, can't a nigga fuck wit me

Hook:

Excuse me Ms. Therapist

I confess I'm a sneaker store terrorist

I'm addicted to fly kicks need medicine

So can u help me I'm fresher than I ever been (2x)

2nd VERSE:

Now All Day I Dream About Sex

Can't wait til payday spending my paychecks

Fresh is a habit, what u expect

If I rock 'em when I'm fuckin I'm havin' some great Sex

If my jeans saggin it's cool, my belt's holdin' 'em

When I step back on the scene I'm shell toe'n 'em

No laces in 'em like a real B-Boy

$40 on canal street you'll copp decoys...

Nah yo, that ain't me pop

I'm a Nike Head never did copp no reeboks

Unless it was 54-11 for my wifey

On some grown man shit, Stan Smiths excite

Plus, I'm fuckin wit Diadora to Fila
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Puerto Rock air force one's my nigga mira

This shit is a sickness I got a feevah

I'ma spend whatever it takes for me to be Fly

Hook:

Excuse me Ms. Therapist

I confess I'm a sneaker store terrorist

I'm addicted to fly kicks need medicine

So can u help me I'm fresher than I ever been (2x)

3rd VERSE:

My old school poppin

I'm gold tooth rockin'

Hands start to sweat when I go shoe shoppin'

Step up in the spot, pocket full of ends

I'm lookin at the nigga like... Gimme all of them

Size 8? 7 and a half?

Too many boxes can't fit 'em in my bag

Backin' up the whip Now I gotta pop the trunk

I spent $500 on some skateboard dunks,

Damn!

I'm stuck on these shits like white on rice

Summer time's here u need ya white on whites

I pull words out NIKE AIR, I don't write

Matter fact, I ain't seen a pair that I don't like

So...

Ms. Lady tell me what I'ma do

I'm layin on ya couch and I'm thinkin' of shoes

Fat tongues and swooshes

I'll tell ya what the truth is

I don't get a new pair soon then I'm through

Hook:

Excuse me Ms. Therapist

I confess I'm a sneaker store terrorist

I'm addicted to fly kicks need medicine

So can u help me I'm fresher than I ever been (2x)