Muddy Feet
I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with
Get the f**k outta my house with that sh*t
Get the f**k out of my life with that sh*t
I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with
Get the f**k outta my house with that sh*t
Get the f**k out of my life with that sh*t
You smell like perfume that I didn't purchase
Now I know why you've been closing the curtains, ah
Get the f**k out of my house
You're coming around
With your muddy feet
I'm about to something about it
Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it
You keep coming round
With your muddy feet
And I'ma have to do something about it
Yeah, I'm about to do something about it
Back and forth, always questioning my questioning
Get the f**k out of my head with that sh*t
Get the f**k out of my bed with that sh*t
You watered the weeds and you killed all the roses
Worthy arrives when the other door closes, ah
So get the f**k out of my house with that sh*t
You're coming around
With your muddy feet
I'm about to do something about it
Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it
And I don't know who you're messing with
Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it
I'm about to do something about it
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
You're coming around
Whoa
You're coming around, baby
The f**k out of my house with that sh*t
