Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nikes on My Feet, artist - Mac Miller. Album song K.I.D.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Nikes on My Feet |
Woah |
Haha, yeah |
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete |
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes |
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete |
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey, hey) |
Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Haha) |
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete (Just some motherfuckin' kids) |
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes |
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 shoeboxes |
Mom said my spending habit 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 |
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes |
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, haha) |
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes |
I make 'em so mad, they got no swag |
Pippens on my feet, they the throwbacks, 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 shoebox |
Any spot, just set up my shop |
You're mad that your girl always says that I'm hot |
She buyin' my t-shirts, but she 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 |