Karaoké Wipe Me Down Foxx

Hey you know I walk in the fuckin' club like

I'm so mothafuckin' hung but thats how I feel kna ya hurd me

I'm clean, I'm fresh nigga

I'm feelin' refreshed

I'm feelin' good good nigga

Because I'm in baton rouge doin' ma fuckin' thing nigga

I'm out here makin' fatties nigga

Nah go on brush ma fuckin' shoulders off yeah

I pull up at the club VIP gas tank on E but all drinks on me

Fresh kicks fresh white tall tee fresh NFL hat fresh bauds with the crease

Pussy niggas wanna hit me with the heat

Real recognize real

Real niggas gonna speak

Jiggalatin' I been rollin' 'bout a week

You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth

Black shades so you know a nigga rollin' they ain't check me at the door so ain't no tellin' what

I'm holdin'

Bad bitches they gon' bust it wide open

Niggas flashin' they lil' bread but I'm the nigga they approachin'

Small niggas, tall figures y'all niggas, crowd niggas

We gon' get mac elevens and dog niggas

Y'all niggas, call niggas but my niggas, all killas get your issue and whoever fall with ya nah

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

I'm on the dance floor showin' my ass

I done bought the damn bar so put some more in my glass

Say lil mamma don't you go in my pants 'till we hit the days inn then let a nigga crash

Niggas beefin' tryin ta figure who I am hoes lookin' all up in a nigga face like damn

Hoes carry 'cos ma fit cost fifty fifties and ma tags is ma witness and I'm ridin' on kittens

And I'm out yeah fifty one fifty

I got somethin' holds fifty that I'll hit you from a distance

I see a bad bitch walkin' all prissy so I asked her where she headed and she replied to mcdixon's

Say lil' momma where you goin' is you hoein 'cos I'm knowin' you was born to do porn, what a savage

I ain't tryin' chat witcha tryin' ta get that cat witcha girl gimma that pussy lemme have it

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

I'm pullin' out everybody all eyes 'cos ma twelve's finna bust and ma rims on shine

Ask Tyson if you think a nigga lyin'

I done bought a whole lotta shit since I got signed

Big money, big car, big tires with the window rolled down gold grill big smile

Niggas hangin' out the window like a child you would be out your shit too if your label was on fire

Anything below a dime you can have it

I'm a major ass nigga gotta be above standards

Go on wipe a nigga down watch how many hatas frown but I love it when they hate me holla at me

Skinny nigga plenty figures

I dont fuck with many niggas but the niggas that I fuck wit beasts's

Now you could try me 'cos

I'm clean thinkin' I won't throw 'em things but lil daddy you will get beat to pieces

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest pants, shoes

Yeah lil' foxx nigga trill entertainment nigga the last to sign but the first of my kind nigga believe that