brand new jordans - j. stalin lyrics
[intro]
stalin!
yeah, what
got the js on my feet
uh, say i’m looking real neat
now, now meet me a freak
what? i say i need me a freak
js on my feet…and i’m looking real neat
uh
[verse 1]
brand new, old school, limited edition
young stalin come through in a scr*per with the roof missing
js on my feet, feet, hanging out the window
i get dough, you suckas can’t move at my tempo
fresh to death, head to toe, me and my kinfolks
exclusive number 15s, yeah, them carmelos
loosetop js, pressing on the benz pedal
d boy, but still knock a chicken, sell stilettos
rocawear and jordans what we where up in the ghetto
catch me posted in them throwback padding leathers
my n*ggas acting a donkey, playing with cheddar
you think you wet, but i’m wetter
number 7 sp*ce change
1 pair for me, my broad, and my friends
i wipe myself down with 100 dollar fans
call em livewire gang, 6 time champs
matching shoes and jerseys for the whole d*mn camp
[hook]
i’m getting money so i’m bragging on the chorus
telling y’all how i rock my brand new jordans
i got the new school, old school jordans
i got the high top, low top jordans
i’m getting money so i’m bragging on the chorus
telling ya’ll how i rock my brand new jordans
i got the new school, old school jordans
i got the high top and low top jordans
[verse 2]
homie, i got the numbers 2s mixed with the 9
partna, they so clean, they can be seen by the blind
ain’t another sucka kicks more flyer than mine
i got the suede lime green, with the black shoestrings
jumpman symbol embedded in my jeans
i’m flyer than your average, way sicker than you b*st*rds
this life i live, that’s so fantastic
rocking the first ever made js, so they classics
i had a different pair of jordans for every class trick
if you wanna play i got the mj glasses
stay saucy, never dress like a tramp
when i walk up in the store, all the new sh*t vamp
i’m drippin like a faucet, you haters is so deaf
call me the sneaker the king, or the tennis shoe champ
i’m drippin like a faucet, you haters is so deaf
could call me the sneaker the king, or the tennis shoe champ
[hook]
i’m getting money so i’m bragging on the chorus
telling y’all how i rock my brand new jordans
i got the new school, old school jordans
i got the high top, low top jordans
i’m getting money so i’m bragging on the chorus
telling ya’ll how i rock my brand new jordans
i got the new school, old school jordans
i got the high top and low top jordans
[verse 3]
i stay fly, the rippers wanna twerk lil daddy
and them suckas, they talking, but won’t touch lil daddy
i go on shopping sprees in la with my family
and my gucci jeans with my…gucci js
and they could tell from my swag that i was from the bay
and you can call me stalin, but don’t forget the j
opening my new jordans in a h*ll of a pimp way
and for you slow n*ggas, i put the game on replay
if he’s a broke n*gga, i don’t care what he say
i’m getting money, suckas still stuck on yesterday
i’m counting 100s with my shirt off, in my fresh new js
n*ggas with no funds seem to have broke ways
i got brand new shoes and brand new js
i might give you a pair, but not today
i gotta stay fly, i’m known all over the bay
i gotta stay fly, i’m known all over the yay!
[hook]
i’m getting money so i’m bragging on the chorus
telling y’all how i rock my brand new jordans
i got the new school, old school jordans
i got the high top, low top jordans
i’m getting money so i’m bragging on the chorus
telling ya’ll how i rock my brand new jordans
i got the new school, old school jordans
i got the high top and low top jordans
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