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ekin 3 - jae skeese lyrics

[intro]
i mean we right back in this man
they been telling me i’m two for two too man
ekin 1, ekin 2
i mean, back with ekin 3 (first class)
lemme talk that talk, nah’mean?
yo yo (drumwork, artdealer, b*tch)
yo

[verse]
lebron 8s the v2’s the entourages or the red carpets
i had to break the ferrari 14s up out the locked garages
another word for when i undead stocked em up out the box
and then i switched em for the billie eillish 15’s, reminiscent of parchment
came og 95’s, the volts the ones that match colorway they put on the clark kents
they eye catching like the hypermaxes that came with the tennis ball lint
another case of if you know then you know
this sneaker thing’s my religion, i’m speaking tongues to they sole
call be bishop blue ribbon, max 87’s blueprint edition
wings 5’s looking like sunday comics in a newsprint edition
i hit derek at sneaker politics to get me laced
weeze yankee with the michael finley 8’s
those the pe’s, they never dropped so come on with ’em
my shorty came, j1 hi’s with patches of that blue worn denim
womens only, max 98’s i did the cone things
i peeped rome streetz in the mummy sb’s
the bottoms, they was seafoam yellow, they had the bone strings
dave white wing’s had the gold dreams of the ’85 chicago’s coming true
greedy 95’s with every og color got me running through
remember that summer where every hooper with the sharkley’s
think oj is waiting on them cb94’s, those the black and blue barkley’s
i swear they better drop ’em soon
like pasta slipping outta slotted spoon
claire’s back tour in atlanta, my guy west he rocked the doom’s
beijing 6’s had more colors than c*ckatoos
k!lled em in the bl**dy chrome’s, the tailwind skepta’s
master 12’s fuller loaded, those the air winchesters
kobe pack 3 and 8’s, those the air big steppers
paris lows those the rarest ever
and i never ever owned a pair but i swear i need the fear of god’s, the ethiopian 1’s i rocked so much
they had more creases than a pair of palms or the hufquake’s
travis scott max 1’s, they match the color of rum cake
i did so many raffles that it made my thumbs ache, and i still didn’t win
i swear that skners app ain’t really never been my friend
check my closet, now i’m only rockin’ gems
word to the 17’s with the copper trims
oh, that’s the pair i never got my hands on
been wanting those and the lightning low’s for so d*mn long
they asked “why you rap about nike the whole d*mn song?”
cuz this here is a love affair, i get my romance on
it’s ekin 3, homie

- jae skeese lyrics

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