All White J's (feat. Tyler Thomas)
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
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
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Writer(s): Kevin Farrell
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