Josh Everette - Fly In Her Nikes lyrics

[Hook: Josh Everette] She looking fly, real fly in her Nikes Fresh new Jordans or fresh pair of Ice creams Ooh she's a dime, she keep 'em iced so nicely The way she's rocking them kicks, gotta make her my wifey [Verse 1: Mac Miller] You're looking fly, real fly in them Nike shoes I'm looking for a wifey and it might be you Menage a trois, spend the night with two It's alright with me, if it's alright with you Feel my hands rubbing up and down your backside Ma, you've got curves like a half pipe That's right ma yous a ten And your man? You be rocking nicer shoes than him I'm in the spot with some juice and gin Come to me You're a beauty with your Louis and Gucci Baby girl I don't wanna be your man, but let me just write my number on your hand At the party with a whole bunch of honeys here You got your Forces laced up with some bunny ears But now I got you all alone, and the booze gone So slip outta your clothes, but keep them shoes on [Hook: Josh Everette] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] You looking like fresh, like WOAH! Goddamn, looking so fly that you probably got a man Your looking right and he ain't here tonight so I won't tell him if you don't OHHH! So let's roll, roll back to the crib Grey Goose, lights dimmed, girl that's how I live You know you got them kicks, fat a**, and some lips Baby you ain't gotta ask for a kiss Shorty look proper, with kicks like Foot Locker All done up, she a good shopper New jeans, blue tee, and her shoes clean Looking like she 'bout to seduce me Just touch me, tease me, cute caressin' 100 thousand pairs in your shoe collection I know you like to tell, but let me just lay back while you light my L [Hook: Josh Everette]