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If the Shoe Fits Video (MV)




Performed By: Video 4.0
Length: 4:18
Written by: SAND PERRY




Video 4.0 - If the Shoe Fits Lyrics




Yeah Video 4.0. If the shoe fits
I'm Tired of niggas always talking about the same shit
Sharing money sharing bitches Got the same whip
What your daddy never taught You how to be a man
And if he didn't mama show You all she can. probably not
Cuz if she did you wouldn't be A bitch
And if the Streets Raised you man you wouldn't Be a snitch
See that's the Problem man you always Lackin discipline
You want a Trophy nahhh bitch you need To learn to win see
I'm at Nigga that's going to straight Up tell you to your face you
Acting like a little hoe I'mma Put you in your place you
Thinkin small you need to Grow you get your own place
Cuz this The game of life you Need to run your own race
You door to door your house to House you sleeping on the Couch
So how the f*ck you Screaming you the king of the South
You telling everybody Round that you run the streets
But the truth is that you out Here begging for the sheets

Don't get me wrong now I Done had my share of hard Times
Now I ain't perfect but Everything I got is all mine
Since I was 12 man my father Had me in the grind
Mr. Charlie even taught me how to Smoke a dime
Don't tell your Mother son she don't know I'm In the streets
Yes she do dad she The one who told me I had it Rough
So I don't want to hear Your sob story I went to sleep
In the streets into my one story Now I'm out here smashing
Beats to get a three-story and Everyday
I say a prayer to Giving him the glory
And When I see you man you Always in a girl face
She even Dumb enough to let you sleep Off in her place
Aint even Thinking cuz she let you skeet Off in her face man
That don't Usually happen till around Third base
I'm not a hater Nahh man I just don't Understand
How these ladies Trading down for a lesser man

See I can't tell a woman how to Treat another nigga
But I can Teach a woman how to count A money figure
Don't Let a Sorry motherfuker disrespect You
And if you're going to take Him In then lay the ground Rules
Why he acting like a bitch
When he around you a real Niggs got a dick and some Crown jewels

Let's get it straight I'm not a Thug I'm just a simple man
Music is my nine-to-five I'm Trying to better that it's kind of Hard
When they never want to See you win
They rather push a Mother f*cken talking
Mumblin blah blah blah rhaa Rhaa rhaa nigga what you said
Please tell me that that ain't
What that bitch ass nigga read
And like I said if the shoe fits Then you got to wear it cuz
Where we at today the world Don't even f*cken care
You Rather push a artist that ain't
Got no common sense so you
Can fill your pockets but he Cannot pay his rent
Yes its a Cold world- i know its how the Game goes
Trick a artist make Him think that he got bankroll
But he truth is you done -took Him
For his f*cken soul he a Grown man
What he reap is What he's sew now he boke Man
He don't know which Way to go now you waiting
For The next dummy ready to Blow...
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Yeah Video 4.0. If the shoe fits
I'm Tired of niggas always talking about the same shit
Sharing money sharing bitches Got the same whip
What your daddy never taught You how to be a man
And if he didn't mama show You all she can. probably not
Cuz if she did you wouldn't be A bitch
And if the Streets Raised you man you wouldn't Be a snitch
See that's the Problem man you always Lackin discipline
You want a Trophy nahhh bitch you need To learn to win see
I'm at Nigga that's going to straight Up tell you to your face you
Acting like a little hoe I'mma Put you in your place you
Thinkin small you need to Grow you get your own place
Cuz this The game of life you Need to run your own race
You door to door your house to House you sleeping on the Couch
So how the f*ck you Screaming you the king of the South
You telling everybody Round that you run the streets
But the truth is that you out Here begging for the sheets

Don't get me wrong now I Done had my share of hard Times
Now I ain't perfect but Everything I got is all mine
Since I was 12 man my father Had me in the grind
Mr. Charlie even taught me how to Smoke a dime
Don't tell your Mother son she don't know I'm In the streets
Yes she do dad she The one who told me I had it Rough
So I don't want to hear Your sob story I went to sleep
In the streets into my one story Now I'm out here smashing
Beats to get a three-story and Everyday
I say a prayer to Giving him the glory
And When I see you man you Always in a girl face
She even Dumb enough to let you sleep Off in her place
Aint even Thinking cuz she let you skeet Off in her face man
That don't Usually happen till around Third base
I'm not a hater Nahh man I just don't Understand
How these ladies Trading down for a lesser man

See I can't tell a woman how to Treat another nigga
But I can Teach a woman how to count A money figure
Don't Let a Sorry motherfuker disrespect You
And if you're going to take Him In then lay the ground Rules
Why he acting like a bitch
When he around you a real Niggs got a dick and some Crown jewels

Let's get it straight I'm not a Thug I'm just a simple man
Music is my nine-to-five I'm Trying to better that it's kind of Hard
When they never want to See you win
They rather push a Mother f*cken talking
Mumblin blah blah blah rhaa Rhaa rhaa nigga what you said
Please tell me that that ain't
What that bitch ass nigga read
And like I said if the shoe fits Then you got to wear it cuz
Where we at today the world Don't even f*cken care
You Rather push a artist that ain't
Got no common sense so you
Can fill your pockets but he Cannot pay his rent
Yes its a Cold world- i know its how the Game goes
Trick a artist make Him think that he got bankroll
But he truth is you done -took Him
For his f*cken soul he a Grown man
What he reap is What he's sew now he boke Man
He don't know which Way to go now you waiting
For The next dummy ready to Blow...
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Writer: SAND PERRY
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