Lyrics Nettspend Written by Nettspend, Rok, Warren Hunter Lyrics [Intro] High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah) [Chorus] Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh Pour some more, ah-ah-oh I sip Poland, uh I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know And she was street slimy, I ain't know So we geek up and fuck, oh I left for dead, but she made a pact for us And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed And I won't let 'em bury me, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah) [Verse] My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy At a Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?" I try explore all the things I wanted more I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex, yeah I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh Ayy, pop that (Pill), ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (Ew) I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my person I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, lookin' for that fuckin' snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah) About this track "Tommy" is a song by Nettspend from the album BAD ASS F*CKING KID, released in 2024
Waita shower scenein a De Palma movieas the opening
Drain it, rinse under cold water to cool it down, then toss it into a large bowl
This post was originally published at an earlier date and has since been updated
Nikki Glaser Nikki Glaser started the night off in a pink ballgown, then changed into a striking red dress for her opening monologue
If it's a casual wedding, swap out the linen dress for a midi (or mini) denim or a classic eyelet cotton dress with a bandana around your neck
