Do Ya Like Remix by Tom Foolery Lyrics
[Intro: Tom Foolery]
It's Tom Foolery
How ya livin'?
Yea
09' plus six pennies
[Hook: Childish Gambino/Adele]
[Verse 1: Tom Foolery]
OK
T-O-M kill pussy baby I run over house cats
Can I have your number maybe click you on my mouse pad
Not really I'm playin' sayin' we live on the internet
Socially we drivin' given PCs to remember that
You're not independent? Forget it, then what you drinkin'?
All I see is pink and thinkin' of puttin' you on my sink
And scrubbin' every single inch of you
Sugar give a pinch or two
Now that we on topic there's some things I'd like to mention boo
I love the way you smile
Legs are endless like the Nile
You quiet out in public
But in bed you actin' wild
I'll check you out like Red Box, then I hit it like the Red Sox
I'll stop with that sex talk when my D in your X-Box
Fuckin' but I'm ballin' callin' you to come and kick it
Simon Birchin' on this beat so guess I gave the track the rickets
I'm the sickest let me dope you
Love to get to know you
Why you checkin' Facebook?
Foolery'll poke you
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tom Foolery]
I know I be on it, Make my name Iconic
Baby if we honest I will slam it like I'm Onyx
Smokin' chronic in that Subaru, the things that I would do to you
Is every girl so clingy like they full of fuckin' super glue?
Thomas is a stupid dude, he buy her drinks and buy her food
Don't know why I do it, hold up wait a minute, yes I do
I love all of these females, girl can I get your email?
If fuckin' was a crime then I am guilty, I don't need bail
It isn't so we chillin', all my thoughts are on a billion
Gonna travel round the world upon a yacht where I be grillin'
Yea these words are all made up but it's real the way I'm bringin' it
And if we had that auto-tune you know that I'd be singin' it
I'm buzzin' on your love, I think it's time for me to sting a clit
Fuckin' like guerrillas minus all that filthy flingin' shit
You fly and they be dyin' all these pigeons got their wings clipped
Baby girl I want it, will you let me kiss your pink lips
[Hook]
It's Tom Foolery
How ya livin'?
Yea
09' plus six pennies
[Hook: Childish Gambino/Adele]
[Verse 1: Tom Foolery]
OK
T-O-M kill pussy baby I run over house cats
Can I have your number maybe click you on my mouse pad
Not really I'm playin' sayin' we live on the internet
Socially we drivin' given PCs to remember that
You're not independent? Forget it, then what you drinkin'?
All I see is pink and thinkin' of puttin' you on my sink
And scrubbin' every single inch of you
Sugar give a pinch or two
Now that we on topic there's some things I'd like to mention boo
I love the way you smile
Legs are endless like the Nile
You quiet out in public
But in bed you actin' wild
I'll check you out like Red Box, then I hit it like the Red Sox
I'll stop with that sex talk when my D in your X-Box
Fuckin' but I'm ballin' callin' you to come and kick it
Simon Birchin' on this beat so guess I gave the track the rickets
I'm the sickest let me dope you
Love to get to know you
Why you checkin' Facebook?
Foolery'll poke you
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tom Foolery]
I know I be on it, Make my name Iconic
Baby if we honest I will slam it like I'm Onyx
Smokin' chronic in that Subaru, the things that I would do to you
Is every girl so clingy like they full of fuckin' super glue?
Thomas is a stupid dude, he buy her drinks and buy her food
Don't know why I do it, hold up wait a minute, yes I do
I love all of these females, girl can I get your email?
If fuckin' was a crime then I am guilty, I don't need bail
It isn't so we chillin', all my thoughts are on a billion
Gonna travel round the world upon a yacht where I be grillin'
Yea these words are all made up but it's real the way I'm bringin' it
And if we had that auto-tune you know that I'd be singin' it
I'm buzzin' on your love, I think it's time for me to sting a clit
Fuckin' like guerrillas minus all that filthy flingin' shit
You fly and they be dyin' all these pigeons got their wings clipped
Baby girl I want it, will you let me kiss your pink lips
[Hook]