Lyrics Nettspend Written by Nettspend, Rok, Warren Hunter Lyrics [Intro] High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah) [Chorus] Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh Pour some more, ah-ah-oh I sip Poland, uh I, 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, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah) [Verse] 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 wanted more I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex, yeah I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh Ayy, pop that (Pill), ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (Ew) I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my person I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, lookin' for that fuckin' snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah) About this track "Tommy" is a song by Nettspend from the album BAD ASS F*CKING KID, released in 2024
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