Lyrics:
crib, cars and beepers
Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers
Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers
Lyrical hollow tip
I'm on my champagne shit (mwah)
Everybody turnin' 'round takin' them pics
'Cause I'm on my champagne shit (flash)
And I'm throwin' them tips (tips
She strips
To get tips
Those lips and those childbearing hips
I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl)
I'll throw this, I'll
I had you right on the tips of my fingers
I reached out my arms and I touched you
With soft words I whispered your name
I had your love
Don't need no security, reaching for my jewelry
Get you niggas popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made
I reached out my arms and I touched you
With soft words I whispered your name
I held your love on the tips of my fingers
But that was as close
champagne shit
Everybody turnin' 'round takin' them pics
'Cause I'm on my champagne shit
And I'm throwin' them tips (tips, tips)
On my champagne shit
I vote 'cause I know I can change things
With the tip of my finger (change, change, change)
Down in Washington, DC
I ask, "What can my country
hollow tips
Rocky Balboa, tell a nigga to box this stick
You'll be dead if you come between Wock' and red
Home run with this plastic, turn a nigga
Mis-Teeq
Hey Yo
Rishi Rich
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Why you gotta tip-toe
Why you hot yo?
Like I don't know
What are
on the tip of my tongue
right on the tip of my tongue
right on the tip of my tongue
on the tip of my tongue
look in my eyes and Tell me what do you see
on the tip of my tongue
right on the tip of my tongue
right on the tip of my tongue
on the tip of my tongue
look in my eyes and Tell me what do you see
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum
God I
I had you right on the tips of my fingers
I reached out my arms and I touched you
With soft words I whispered your name
I had your love
freak like me
Give ya what you need like me
Ain't nobody got on they tip, tip toes and rode to the tip like me
I got 'em addicted, he fiendin'
My body
tip like a waitress huh
She get that tip with no waiting huh
Ok
Just like the army, just like the navy
Fucking that bitch, I don’t want uh
I don’t want
Kick rocks, bitch stop
This hot, tip top
Gridlock, zip lock
Hip-hop, just watch
Kick rocks, bitch stop
This hot, tip top
Gridlock, zip lock
Hip-hop,
Walk all over this beat bitch I’m tip toeing
Introduce her to me get yo bitch stolen
Used to ride around wit that heat wit the clip loaded
No O.G.
I need a Cowboy Hat so the
Chicks can dig me
Tip the hat
Now I ain't lackin
I wanna have that Cowboy Drip
You know I'm hoppin in the John Deere Whip
the tip of your tongue
Conquer the land you stand on
Remember just what you stand for
Scream from the top of your lungs
Let it drip from the tip of your
[Chorus: Francisco]
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
I'm about to strip, and I want it quick
Can you
a kick door
All the cruddy shit i did i cant forget bro
In the window like bruh man from fifth floor
If you walk round my block better tip toe
Cuz them
Wit a dum and a stick
Hella bands making noise wit yo bih
50 round i wont need em i won't miss
AR shooting out the red hollow tips
Wit a dum
going
The way we dress let me say they know we bout dat
Tic tac, we fresh
Because we bout dat
No hate... we tip hat... because we bout dat
On date... we
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