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[Hook: Los] Got my top down low You can tell a nigga paid Snapback on All good shades They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's, And I'm stepping on stepping on haters every day In a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on stepping on haters everyday ohh [Verse 1: Los] Man I got so many j's that it's going to brain nigga I be in my j's like I'm going through lane I be in my j's like I'm going to my game Fuck around and throw some 20 trays on the range nigga Standing on a couch rockin 4 chains And some j's from where jordan will go chase Gotta dumb watch and a stupid car and more j's than a mothafucking shooting-guard I mean how they gon stop me son Take these out the box you gon' have to run a box in one Yesterday I caught me some but she ain't never heard of it I put these on a causeacome cause boy I'm finna murder shit I'm heading back shorty come with me drop lambo like some red and black number threes I know the haters never wanna give you props so I killem when I'm coming through the block [Hook: Los] SongtexteGot my top down low You can tell a nigga paid, snapback on All good shades They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's And I'm stepping on stepping on haters every day in a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on stepping on haters everyday ohh [Verse 2: Los] Catch a nigga on his down time bet I'm still fly like jordan from foul line I'm just a loved nigga jumpin outta bentley feelin like MJ dunkin north of campbay Now I'm standin on a couch rocking 6 rings too fly to lace up my number six strings I'm a all star, that nigga six trays I bet these retros make you feel sixteen I'm a stay fly kid I'm makin hella paper cause I say fly shit you could battle with the j's when I lace my shit but they fuk yours up like ay I did My 7's a 7: 30 my six is so rare my fives be on track like bitches with no hair I'm a kill em with the j's like milla for the tray caught gorilla when I bring it through the way [Hook: Los] Got my top down low You can tell a nigga paid Snapback on All good shades They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on, stepping on haters every day in a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on, stepping on haters everyday ohh Aus Songtexte Mania