TLJ - Jimmy Choo Lyrics

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
It's TLJ
I'm living like I'm Adam 22
Counted four bitches in my f*cking room
Pull out the .40 and it's gonna shoot
F*ck out my face Ima hit up my goons
504 baby you know what we do
I fell in love with a foreign coupe
Rocking designer like Jimmy Choo
I'm in my bag, I'm in my zone
I'm from New Orleans bitch f*ck with my dome
Fluent in Viet, no Rosetta Stone
Ain't f*cking no groupies ain't f*cking no hoes
Think this a joke?
You not my bro!
Where you was at I was all on my own
Mama done left I was sad and alone
Gang coming with me they poppin' at the shows
Strollin the ghost
That's how we roll
I'm living like I'm Adam 22
Counted four bitches in my f*cking room
Pull out the .40 and it's gonna shoot
F*ck out my face Ima hit up my goons
504 baby you know what we do
I fell in love with a foreign coupe
Rocking designer like Jimmy Choo
I'm in my bag, I'm in my zone
I'm riding solo
I'm taking shots from cups solo
I'm whippin up that southside bourbon gumbo
(81) (81)
Shout out to Kobe dropped 60
Number 8 and 24
Knocking fades from deep outside
Yelling Kobe and one that's cuatro
I'm living like I'm Adam 22
Counted four bitches in my f*cking room
Pull out the .40 and it's gonna shoot
F*ck out my face Ima hit up my goons
504 baby you know what we do
I fell in love with a foreign coupe
Rocking designer like Jimmy Choo
I'm in my bag, I'm in my zone
Dripped out in Gucci and Louis that's why them bitches love me
I love my city, but I just can't stay in my city
Iced out my team if you with me then you getting litty
I'm dreaming big, I'm shooting stars, I want that Bentley
I'm living like I'm Adam 22
Counted four bitches in my f*cking room
Pull out the .40 and it's gonna shoot
F*ck out my face Ima hit up my goons
504 baby you know what we do
I fell in love with a foreign coupe
Rocking designer like Jimmy Choo
I'm in my bag, I'm in my zone