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From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean Pull in that liquor I don't see a nigga fresh, I got a bad bitch here Got to keep a bitch spending, lot of stacks this year My niggas, hold them jiggers and they can't sit still Rollin, in the club all drinks on Tee By the bar, if I don't know you then you ain't gon' drink (What you want? What you need? Hey) Gates, he a lunatic, something like an animal Don't mind doing this so watch how you handle them My eyes on lil momma with a real cute face Got a body, but she still got a real cute face She don't hold nothing back when she working (never gate?) She done roll one back and got the working of a gates Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak But watch my jeans, costume made Browny Brown and you ain't got these You be rocking Ed Hardy but you can't afford these, guaranteed From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean A lot of women get excited when they smell my cologne in this place Mr. Gates, what that is you got on in this place? Jean Paul Gaultier, a little bit of Prada Polo Mami twisting her body, got her ass in the air In her baby fat dress, where she at? Over there You lil goons looking crooked but I ain't gon' blink I got a thing on me and it will bang homie, South Side You ain't know? Being V.I.P a line Outside in front of Rash. Tryna V.I.P the drop Kinda tipsy get to trippin' you won't see I.D or not On that liquor, mind your business or you're leaving with a shot Posted in the corner, politicking with a waitress Real nice shape, matter-fact what your name is? Ice in my watch, and my chain and my bracelet Let me do my thing, I'm with People's Entertainment From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean I ain't coming to your party if my girl can't enter I ain't listening to shit if DJ Earl ain't spinning My pants gotta sag that's just everywhere I go Plus I got to show my ass that's just everywhere I go Had coke your ole lady 'fore I pump her with that wood Got me floating while I'm chopping steady smoking on some good Gates, it's ridiculous the way I dismiss a chick I great them with the same type of treatment that a swisha get I lick them, then I rip them, then I use them all up A bitch lying if she ever said we blew them all up My friends lend me the dick said for you to call us Now I'm tryna see what's happening with you and all us Heard Do It In the Mirror and I rush to get naked Tell your brother that this crack on the tracks the Gus made it Oh yeah, at the hotel, heard all the lobby Upstairs undressing I (rebird uncovally?) From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean From my head to my toes clean
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Jeremy Magee, Level Level Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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