Ten Toes Down - 8Ball & MJG

Told her put a Pedi on them Ten Toes A nigga got a fetish for a nympho J's hella cool But them heels tho Love it when she showing Ten Toes Know I Love a freak Wit some sexy feet Hit you on ya lunch What you tryna eat Baby is a vegan She don't fuck wit meat Say she got a Man Still tryna meet Chronic in my lungs I can barely breathe Nigga goin dumb Off this Cali weed Ask her where she from She say overseas After bout a month Pussy had me weak Baby do her thang in Azalea Wangs Nothing but some heels And a G-strang She just tryna chill Its the weekend Fuck her for the thrill Its a P thang Got her own bag Cuz she bout her business And wanna be wit me Cuz I'm independent French tips Gucci flips That's how she kick it Just thinkin bout her feet Got me in my feelings Ay Told her put a Pedi on them Ten Toes A nigga got a fetish for a nympho J's hella cool But them heels tho Love it when she showing Ten Toes Told her put a Pedi on them Ten Toes A nigga got a fetish for a nympho J's hella cool But them heels tho Love it when she showing Ten Toes

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