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head to my toes - ​ticklemytip lyrics

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[intro]
(goofy ahh uncle productions)

[verse 1: quandale dingle]
covered in water like i just got baptized
f*ckin’ em, get splashed by two fat guys
these hoes think i wanna f*ck, i just wanna pass by
and i got caught cheating, it’s the f*ckin’ last time
b*tch i broke an ass for a quarterback, got matt ryan
that b*tch h*lla bad, she a lot like a cat lion
i stack hundreds while these broke n*ggas stack 5’s
hittin’ all this green like some motherf*cking cacti
b*tches talkin’ sh*t, finna pull up with a mag 9
yeah, and i pull up with a mag 10
pull up with my d*ck, ho, get yo back bent
n*ggas talkin’ sh*t, pull up with a fragment
breath smells like sh*t, pull up with a f*ckin’ mint
n*gga what’s that scent? that’s the smell of your b*tch
pouring up the triss, then i smoke up a cig

[chorus]
yеah, i can’t f*ck with these hoes
bad littlе b*tch, ride this d*ck like a bow
i’m the one, i’m him, b*tch i know that i’m chose
we got arps, b*tch, you don’t want the smoke
cookin’ up in the kitchen, chefin’ up on the stove
b*tch i’m puffin’ on the za, only sh*t that i grow
got my n*ggas in the trap and they sippin’ on dro [?]
and i got that sh*t on from my head to my toes
[verse 2: quandale dingle]
yeah, from my head to my toes
punch a dumb n*gga in his motherf*cking throat
bad light*skinned b*tch, look like a cinnamon roll
feelin’ like a snake, the way i get up inside her hole
she call me a dog so i’m finna pack up a bowl
treat the glock like a baby, finna go on a stroll
feelin’ like i’m santa, finna go turn a n*gga to coal
i’m like toilet paper because i’m on a roll
(i’m not paper, so b*tch i won’t fold)
yeah, put a n*gga in the cemetery
and i eat yo b*tch up like some ben & jerry’s
n*ggas try to f*ck with me, i’m an open carry
she ain’t had d*ck before, imma pop a cherry
got muscles, b*tch i’m livin’ like larry
i pull b*tches, might f*ck around and date siri
do you hear me? you don’t get no b*tches (clearly)
got an army, so you should fear me

[chorus]
yeah, i can’t f*ck with these hoes
bad little b*tch, ride this d*ck like a bow
i’m the one, i’m him, b*tch i know that i’m chose
we got arps, b*tch, you don’t want the smoke
cookin’ up in the kitchen, chefin’ up on the stove
b*tch i’m puffin’ on the za, only sh*t that i grow
got my n*ggas in the trap and they sippin’ on dro [?]
and i got that sh*t on from my head to my toes
yeah, i can’t f*ck with these hoes
bad little b*tch, ride this d*ck like a bow
i’m the one, i’m him, b*tch i know that i’m chose
we got arps, b*tch, you don’t want the smoke
cookin’ up in the kitchen, chefin’ up on the stove
b*tch i’m puffin’ on the za, only sh*t that i grow
got my n*ggas in the trap and they sippin’ on dro [?]
and i got that sh*t on from my head to my toes
[verse 3: yuno miles]
tell her i’m mclovin, i ain’t superbad
she said she wanna talk to me, talk to my dad
7 dollars in my pocket, girl i got a stash
h*ll no, i just lied, no mustache
girl, i’m all about the money, call me mr. krabs
girl, you boutta ride that like a rip stick
hold up, lemme grab my boat ‘cause we fishin’
hold up, lemme grab the ball ‘cause i’m swishin’
go and brush yo t**th cuz you know yo sh*t kickin’
that sh*t do not smell finger*l!ckin’
call up kfc ‘cause i’m tryna get some chicken
take the c outta chicken and put a b, bacon
n*ggas say i’m ballin’ hard like scotty, pimpin’
take the p outta pimpin’, say impin’
go spam quandale, tell him stop simpin’
still at kfc waitin’ on this f*ckin’ chicken

[chorus]
yeah, i can’t f*ck with these hoes
bad little b*tch, ride this d*ck like a bow
i’m the one, i’m him, b*tch i know that i’m chose
we got arps, b*tch, you don’t want the smoke
cookin’ up in the kitchen, chefin’ up on the stove
b*tch i’m puffin’ on the za, only sh*t that i grow
got my n*ggas in the trap and they sippin’ on dro [?]
and i got that sh*t on from my head to my toes
[outro]
(goofy ahh uncle productions)

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