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Haha I feel so damn fresh right now Ah ah ah all white j's got the heat on my feet, squeak squeak squeak squeak Shit speaks for itself baby read em and weep, la da da dada dada Ah ah all white j's got the heat on my feet I got the all white, I got the all white, I got the all white all white all white ahh I got hands, she got drums parumpapum Wants bands, I got crumbs, but that's enough to make her shake She got cake, I got mix There go Kev coming back with the hits Said oo that's just how I like it Cap'n TUKU you a psychic yeah yeah Ima all night it Shit ain't lit so we light it come on Fresh from my head to my toes Songs like this make her take off her clothes All white j's mid tops and the lows How you make the drip drip drip over flow oh oh oh I'm rockin' TUKU they play the track and I doo doo I'm coming back with the new new She throw it back in some lulu's They don't just like it they love it The buzz around it they buggin She said she wanted McDonald's instead I gave her McLovin Said we could do this shit til the mornin' Wasn't meant for this world Rick and Morty I don't say too much people bore me huh uh Ah ah ah all white j's got the heat on my feet, squeak squeak squeak squeak Shit speaks for itself baby read em and weep, la da da dada dada Ah ah all white j's got the heat on my feet I got the all white, I got the all white, I got the all white all white all white ahh I'm, next to do it, young god blessed me to it Now them young hoes sex me to it Had to scrounge off a bomb and the left me to it Now the kid finna kick it like Messi do it Boy I need dough for real, pockets on overkill Rip ears call him Holyfield All my shit got the holy feel This is church for my niggas' with them rolls and grills Missed calls from the homies while I'm getting some gus Told em we ain't even trippin' I'll be pickin' em up Hang that bitch back up now she lickin' me up Call that nigga right back is we clickin' or what In the whip in them corners like I'm still in a route Never been the type a nigga like to sit on the couch If it ain't money comin' in gotta get out the house And it's money over bitches so my niggas can vouch Tell Kev I'm out This side nigga this side This side nigga this side Still ride with the same click Still don't mind fuckin' your bitch uh
Writer(s): Kevin Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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