Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Nigga must think that I'm blind
I'm not crazy, you can get coincide
Bitches love me, they tell me go inside
Swimmin' in her just like that movie, "Pride"
That bitch think I'm cold, ice it up, ice it up
Watch me dab on her, pipe it up, pipe it up
Yea, she like my swag (Oh yea, oh yeah!)
Put it in the bag, tie it up, tie it up
Pink, pink, pink
Hit her where it stink and wrink
Vroom vroom in a car, bitch I'm a f*ckin' star
Tinkle winkle little star
Humpty Dumpty, off the wall
Tom Brady, from afar
Touchdown, Brett Favre
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
She got ice, that's icicles
She got ice, ain't that crystals?
She got swag, shoot that pistol
I'm so wet with no whistle
Hey, hey, hey man
I'm a, I'm a caveman
I like bitches, they like all my cake, man
I need riches, ooh
On my plate bitch, ooh
On the table, ooh
This no fable, ooh
I don't lie to you
You don't lie to me
Girl let's have a party
One, two, three
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Iamlilnacho - Yourself Lyrics
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Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Nigga must think that I'm blind
I'm not crazy, you can get coincide
Bitches love me, they tell me go inside
Swimmin' in her just like that movie, "Pride"
That bitch think I'm cold, ice it up, ice it up
Watch me dab on her, pipe it up, pipe it up
Yea, she like my swag (Oh yea, oh yeah!)
Put it in the bag, tie it up, tie it up
Pink, pink, pink
Hit her where it stink and wrink
Vroom vroom in a car, bitch I'm a f*ckin' star
Tinkle winkle little star
Humpty Dumpty, off the wall
Tom Brady, from afar
Touchdown, Brett Favre
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
She got ice, that's icicles
She got ice, ain't that crystals?
She got swag, shoot that pistol
I'm so wet with no whistle
Hey, hey, hey man
I'm a, I'm a caveman
I like bitches, they like all my cake, man
I need riches, ooh
On my plate bitch, ooh
On the table, ooh
This no fable, ooh
I don't lie to you
You don't lie to me
Girl let's have a party
One, two, three
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Nigga must think that I'm blind
I'm not crazy, you can get coincide
Bitches love me, they tell me go inside
Swimmin' in her just like that movie, "Pride"
That bitch think I'm cold, ice it up, ice it up
Watch me dab on her, pipe it up, pipe it up
Yea, she like my swag (Oh yea, oh yeah!)
Put it in the bag, tie it up, tie it up
Pink, pink, pink
Hit her where it stink and wrink
Vroom vroom in a car, bitch I'm a f*ckin' star
Tinkle winkle little star
Humpty Dumpty, off the wall
Tom Brady, from afar
Touchdown, Brett Favre
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
She got ice, that's icicles
She got ice, ain't that crystals?
She got swag, shoot that pistol
I'm so wet with no whistle
Hey, hey, hey man
I'm a, I'm a caveman
I like bitches, they like all my cake, man
I need riches, ooh
On my plate bitch, ooh
On the table, ooh
This no fable, ooh
I don't lie to you
You don't lie to me
Girl let's have a party
One, two, three
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Yo' feet belong on the ground
Yo' hands belong to yourself
You better say yo' grace, before you eat them grits
Look at the look on his face
I don't think he like his place
I get twenty bitches every hour
Mac Daddy don't like takin' showers
Writer: Natorius Simon, Tisa Korean
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid