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High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah) Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh Pour some more, ah, ah I suppose, uh I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know And she was street slimy, I ain't know So we geek up and fuck, oh I left for dead, but she made a pact for us And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (Nah, nah) My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy At a Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?" I try explore all the things, I want more I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh Ayy, pop that— (Lamb') ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (Ew) I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my purses I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, looking for that fucking snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch) Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh Pour some more, ah, ah Letras de cancionesI suppose, uh I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know And she was street slimy, I ain't know So we geek up and fuck, oh I left for dead, but she made a pact for us And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (Nah, nah) From Letras Mania