
Check Out My Feet Paul Wall (Ft. Lil' Keke)
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[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
I got them checking out my feet
Class 84, it's crawling down the street
I got them checking out my feet
Anywhere I go, I can't go discreet
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Hold up
I just woke up from my Codeine coma
Time to tighten up my two chromes and bend these corners
I just got washed up, I'm cleaner than a bar of soap
This ain't no joke, when I wash it, I don't use no soap
Hit the mall and pop tags, it's the thing to do
Gucci, Prada, Fendy, Goiard, to name a few
Hit the switch and let the top back to change the view
If you ain't 'bout your paper, I ain't tryna hang with you
I pull up knocking like some, like some room servis
Seven racks on these swangers, got me driving nervous
[?] whide wheels, crawling down the street
And everywhere I go, I got them checking out my feet
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
I got them checking out my feet
Class 84, it's crawling down the street
I got them checking out my feet
Anywhere I go, I can't go discreet
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
I got them checking out my feet
Class 84, it's crawling down the street
I got them checking out my feet
Anywhere I go, I can't go discreet
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Hold up
I just woke up from my Codeine coma
Time to tighten up my two chromes and bend these corners
I just got washed up, I'm cleaner than a bar of soap
This ain't no joke, when I wash it, I don't use no soap
Hit the mall and pop tags, it's the thing to do
Gucci, Prada, Fendy, Goiard, to name a few
Hit the switch and let the top back to change the view
If you ain't 'bout your paper, I ain't tryna hang with you
I pull up knocking like some, like some room servis
Seven racks on these swangers, got me driving nervous
[?] whide wheels, crawling down the street
And everywhere I go, I got them checking out my feet
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
I got them checking out my feet
Class 84, it's crawling down the street
I got them checking out my feet
Anywhere I go, I can't go discreet
I got them checking out my feet
Everywhere I go, they checking out my feet
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