Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Say I had met up with this shawty
Not even knowing she was cloned
Feel like I just seen someone like her
Right at the liquor store
It's like I seen it all before
Or heard it all before
Sunshine Anderson
Sung the song she wrote
In them dorm rooms
When on the second floor
Dealt with all types of hoes
So it's one thing that I know and it's fasho
And that's all of them go
You just got to have some motion
And or dope
That's the quickest way
To get them in your door
With finessing they a pro the Lord know
Same slang but all different types of tones
Periods on sentences
When they really be run ons
Know they wrong
Same lyrics same cadence same song
Not too much of turn ons
Because they story post with songs
Swear they all the same
I don't got to meet her parents
To know they the blame
Know for a fact that every woman
Took that walk of shame
Maybe one day things might change
But for now it's hard to tame
Swear that shit been so lame
Where the Lauryn Hills for real
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
I seen a nigga walking down the street
With Diors on his feet
He inherited the earth
It's safe to say that he the meek
Niggas dirty
They'll wear them PSD's for a week
With a wrinkled dingy Hanes white tee
And some purple jeans
To think they looking sweet
Over they head over the roof
I'm a tell it how it is
No I won't withhold the truth
All the men want grow they hair
But don't know nothing about they roots
Everybody say they tight
Not knowing talking make them lose
Niggas always got to snap a picture
Talking about it's proof
Niggas don't know how to fight
So all they rather do is shoot
Be the softest niggas out they whole crew
Talking gangster around the ladies
When they want to be seduced
Wearing chains knowing that they diamonds fu
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
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Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Say I had met up with this shawty
Not even knowing she was cloned
Feel like I just seen someone like her
Right at the liquor store
It's like I seen it all before
Or heard it all before
Sunshine Anderson
Sung the song she wrote
In them dorm rooms
When on the second floor
Dealt with all types of hoes
So it's one thing that I know and it's fasho
And that's all of them go
You just got to have some motion
And or dope
That's the quickest way
To get them in your door
With finessing they a pro the Lord know
Same slang but all different types of tones
Periods on sentences
When they really be run ons
Know they wrong
Same lyrics same cadence same song
Not too much of turn ons
Because they story post with songs
Swear they all the same
I don't got to meet her parents
To know they the blame
Know for a fact that every woman
Took that walk of shame
Maybe one day things might change
But for now it's hard to tame
Swear that shit been so lame
Where the Lauryn Hills for real
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
I seen a nigga walking down the street
With Diors on his feet
He inherited the earth
It's safe to say that he the meek
Niggas dirty
They'll wear them PSD's for a week
With a wrinkled dingy Hanes white tee
And some purple jeans
To think they looking sweet
Over they head over the roof
I'm a tell it how it is
No I won't withhold the truth
All the men want grow they hair
But don't know nothing about they roots
Everybody say they tight
Not knowing talking make them lose
Niggas always got to snap a picture
Talking about it's proof
Niggas don't know how to fight
So all they rather do is shoot
Be the softest niggas out they whole crew
Talking gangster around the ladies
When they want to be seduced
Wearing chains knowing that they diamonds fu
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Say I had met up with this shawty
Not even knowing she was cloned
Feel like I just seen someone like her
Right at the liquor store
It's like I seen it all before
Or heard it all before
Sunshine Anderson
Sung the song she wrote
In them dorm rooms
When on the second floor
Dealt with all types of hoes
So it's one thing that I know and it's fasho
And that's all of them go
You just got to have some motion
And or dope
That's the quickest way
To get them in your door
With finessing they a pro the Lord know
Same slang but all different types of tones
Periods on sentences
When they really be run ons
Know they wrong
Same lyrics same cadence same song
Not too much of turn ons
Because they story post with songs
Swear they all the same
I don't got to meet her parents
To know they the blame
Know for a fact that every woman
Took that walk of shame
Maybe one day things might change
But for now it's hard to tame
Swear that shit been so lame
Where the Lauryn Hills for real
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
I seen a nigga walking down the street
With Diors on his feet
He inherited the earth
It's safe to say that he the meek
Niggas dirty
They'll wear them PSD's for a week
With a wrinkled dingy Hanes white tee
And some purple jeans
To think they looking sweet
Over they head over the roof
I'm a tell it how it is
No I won't withhold the truth
All the men want grow they hair
But don't know nothing about they roots
Everybody say they tight
Not knowing talking make them lose
Niggas always got to snap a picture
Talking about it's proof
Niggas don't know how to fight
So all they rather do is shoot
Be the softest niggas out they whole crew
Talking gangster around the ladies
When they want to be seduced
Wearing chains knowing that they diamonds fu
Everybody wearing all the same shoes
All the men be looking like the same dude
All the women be giving JT mood
Hard to figure out the whose who
Writer: Jonathan Bell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid