Kevin Gates - Head 2 My Toes Lyrics

(Turntable Assassins)
Y'all already know what is is man
The world famous DJ Chill, Big Boy Entertainment
Dead Gang Records, Behind Enemy Lines
Kevin Gates, we gon' hold it down, ya heard me?
This how we comin'

From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean

Full of that liquor I don't see a nigga fresh, I got a bad bitch here
Got to keep a bitch spendin', lot of stacks this year
My niggas, on them jiggers and they can't sit still
Rollin', in the club all drinks on Tee
By the bar, if I don't know you then you ain't gon' drink
(Where you goin'? What you need? Where are you?)
Gates, he a lunatic, somethin' like an animal
He don't mind doin' this so watch how you handle them
My eyes on lil' mama with a real cute face
Got a body, but she still got a real cute face
She don't hold nothin' back when she workin' it for Gates
She done rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you ain't got these
You be rockin' Ed Hardy but you can't afford these, guaranteed

From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean

A lot of women get excited when they smell my cologne in this place
Mr. Gates, what that is you got on in this place?
Jean Paul Gaultier, a little bit of Prada
Polo black rock Farren, now you Issi Miyagi
Mami twistin' her body, got her ass in the air
In her Baby Phat dress, where she at? Over there
You lil' dudes lookin' crooked but I ain't gon' blink
I got a thing on me and it'll bang homie, South Side
You ain't know? Bein' V.I.P. a lot
Outside in front of Reds tryna V.I.P. the drop
Kinda tipsy get to trippin' you won't see I.D or not
On that liquor, mind your business or you're leavin' with a shot
Posted in the corner, politickin' with a waitress
Real nice shape, matter-fact what your name is?
Ice in my watch, and my chain and my bracelet
Let me do my thing, I'm with People's Entertainment

From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean

I ain't comin' to your party if my girl can't enter
I ain't listenin' to shit if DJ Earl ain't spinnin'
My pants gotta sag that's just everywhere I go
Plus I got to show my ass that's just everywhere I go
Had coke your ole lady 'fore I pump her with that wood
Got me floatin' while I'm choppin' steady smokin' on some good
Gates, it's ridiculous the way I dismiss a chick
I greet 'em with the same type of treatment that a Swisha get
I lick 'em, then I rip 'em, then I use 'em all up
A bitch lyin' if she ever said we blew 'em all up
My friend's make me the dick said for you to call us
Now I'm tryna see what's happenin' with you and all us
Heard Do It In the Mirror and I rush to get naked
Tell your brother that this crack on the tracks the Gus made it
Oh yeah, at the hotel, heard all the lobby
Upstairs undressin' her Roberto Cavalli

From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean
From my head to my toes clean