Lyrics FEET! - Nascar Aloe

FEET!

I’ma need every DJ in every club
And all that other
hub-a-lub— hub-a-loo
To fuckin' turn this one up, 'cause, y’know
This shit is hot right here, son, DJ
Bow, skeet, skeet, skeet, I want pics of feet, feet, feet (I do)
That bitch in my room, point my meat, meat, meat at you and boom
Hit yo' teeth, teeth, teeth,
TRIPLESIXDELETE
say I’m a fool
Think shit sweet, sweet, sweet 'til I make you sleep, sleep, sleep, cocoon
Bow, skeet, skeet, skeet, I want pics of feet, feet, feet (Alright)
That bitch in my room, point my meat, meat, meat at you and boom
Hit yo' teeth, teeth, teeth, TRIPLESIXDELETE say I’m a fool
Think shit sweet, sweet, sweet 'til I make you sleep, sleep, sleep, cocoon
(Huzzah)
Feel like Soulja Boy, I said «Yah, trick, yah»
That boy talkin' way too tough, I eat him, បាយជាមួយសម្លសា
Or he might just catch this right hook and leave with a shattered jaw
Why yo' សង្សារ in my DMs she said «»
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, okay
Might just murder a white bitch like O.J.
And I keep a Spanish chica like «¡Olé!»
Bitch, I feel like Liam Neeson with the twin Glocks
And they called Zack and Cody