Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song head to toe, artist - KIL.
Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
head to toe |
Head to toe, got some shortys and dirty pockets on me |
Spent a whole lotta cheddar, now I forgot about it |
Head to toe rocking Polo, I’m rocking Tommy garments |
Head to toe, got designer, we know your mama bought it |
No matter what her friends say |
Faded as a motherfucker, swervin' in the left lane |
I could give a fuck about a bitch that want her rent paid |
Look me up and down, boy you better get your shit straight |
Take it to the next page |
I don’t got no fallback, I don’t got no plan B |
She don’t like to swallow, so I made her swallow plan B |
She don’t know about m |
I’ma turn her to a freak |
MO OMARI on the bat, bitch |
Ain’t nobody know the kid, now they ask «what's happening?» |
I’m poppin' in my hometown |
All these bitches gas me |
Never went to class, now I’m living high class |
Tryna fuck, like a text with no pictures, no attachments |
Last year I was broke, now I’m payin' a lot of taxes |
Used to shop at H&M, now it’s only Sak’s Fifth |
Came up from a shitty past, now I’m movin' past it |
But now I’m making bands, bitch I had to take some chances |
At the function, we be posted up with Nash Browin |
With my boys, take a shot just to get going |
Spitting game to these shortys, get they juices flowin' |
I be straight flowin', I don’t write poems |
Let’s get the cameras rollin', shot by Nash Browin |
I look around, all I see is ass throwing |
Rocking all expensive, like this shit stolen |
I know that I’m the shit and your bitch know it |
Bitch I’m from the city where you beat your feet for fun |
You be geekin' for the pussy, we be geekin' for the funds |
You be claimin' that you ballin', while you reachin for some ones |
Shorty got my nut going on a fuckin' Easter hunt |
What the fuck? |
Don’t run, I’ma grab her by her bunny ears |
We set the bar so high, that anybody can get under here |
That’s a tough pill to swallow, tummy chills |
Black, brown, yellow, white, we spinnin' on the color wheel |
Head to toe, got some shortys and dirty pockets on me |
Spent a whole lotta cheddar, now I forgot about it |
Head to toe rocking Polo, I’m rocking Tommy garments |
Head to toe, got designer, we know your mama bought it |