Shopping

To piosenka w solowym wykonaniu Latishy, w której raperka opowiada o chęci zrobienia zakupów, pieniądzach i chętce na byczka który oprócz zasobnego portfela okaże jej szacunek.

[Chorus: Latisha Jones]

Fuck bitches, go shopping
Fuck niggas, go shopping
Fuck bitches, go shopping
Fuck niggas, go shopping
Fuck bitches, go shopping
Fuck niggas, go shopping
Fuck bitches, go shopping
Fuck niggas, go shopping

[Verse 1: Latisha Jones]

Uhh, woo! Get at me

Woo, I told you niggas

Niggas.. better grab a seat

Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet

Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite

Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down

Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it

Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killin' than the stick-up juxs

Rather count a million while you eat my pussy

Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it

Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat

Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga
Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave

Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad

Break up affairs, lick shots in the air

You get vexed and start swinging everywhere

Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me

Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine

Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for this

So what, nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit

Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits

Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots

Things that make up for all the games and the lies

Hallmark cards sayin' "I apologize"

Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?

But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me

Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherfuckers know

[Chorus: Latisha Jones]

[Verse 2: Latisha Jones]

I'm a shop-a-holic, I need help

I'm an addict

Bought the same Birkin twice, I forgot that I had it

To grip this figure, need at least six-figures

It cost to watch me, so watch your nigga

I used to move base like Jeter

I'm a fly bitch out the borough

But I'm leavin' out teeter

Talkin' private sex on a private jet

I'm a Moschino ho, with a valentino flow

These Givenchys cost me thirty-three hundred

I pop a Dom P while my niggas get blunted

Tell Berner break up the P while Wiz roll up the weed

Wanna be my main squeeze, nigga please

To fill these shoes, you gonna need big feet

We never lookin' at the tags we just throw it in the bag

Fifty bottles of Cris, thirty bottles of Moët

Twenty Perrier Jouet and keep the tab open

[Chorus: Latisha Jones]

[Verse 3: Latisha Jones]

Big Momma, keys in Tijuana (uhh)

Some call me Donna Karan or Armani

Gats by the poonani

For brown-nose pussy crushers

Cap peeling lovers, ignorant motherfuckers

Drive a Benz, no Miata (uhh)

This honey's got a sweet piñata, six-shotta, damn

Latisha Jones the Black Coochie Coo and

Who remains in Chanel frames and

Animals of all kind

Russian Fendi sables (what?)

With matching pool tables

Read the label - M.A.F.I.A

Admiring my shoes by Gucci

I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie

Counting lucci, nigga I got banks to rob

Convertible Saab, I'm married to the mob

[Chorus: Latisha Jones]

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