Lyrics:
Bottega on the French tips (French tips)
So call me anything except useless (useless)
I seen so many fairytale loves go bad (bad)
I heard so many say
back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she
Bass up, speakers in the trunk shit
Banging in the spot, hands up on the fun tip
Jumping, I've been on my day one shit
As a young kid, all up in
don't need no breathers
Put the tip in to tease ya, uh
She don't fuck with no lame nigga
She put me on game, nigga
She told me she hate niggas
She
titties lifted
I'm just lit, I'm lifted
Had to tip my babe off
Had to get my waiver
I don't even need a Rollie, but I bought the Rollie
I don't even
them hollow tips as they comin'
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county
Fuck!
Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up
wet spots with grip
Stressin' now, cause ain't nobody throwin' tips
Your hips so amazin', I'm gazin', you blazin'
Praisin' that I'm no longer
easy, take it easy
[Clef] + (L-Boogie)
You movin bricks but you better take it easy
Here's a tip, you're too flashy
I don't tip twice, but you best
much!).
All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down.
Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats. Oh
those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down
Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats. Oh boy, ain't
My ni-hick-a, momma hiccup
Got to pick up the whole damn
Check plus the tip 'cause
Bosses right off they dinner
You lookin like
I say what I am
gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (whoa)
Just look at this dime (ooh), look at her friends (ayy)
Look
yo, we're gonna see what the race is
That's where you groups, will have to face us
And you can bet we'll be in tip-top shape
Nice so precise with
like a monkey on a vine
Goin' up the scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin' with the speed of a thief
tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin' a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
50 that; 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shh - the talking stop
My money long now, I
off the tip
I'll be the only motherfucker servin dubs and the pounds here
It ain't shit for me to throw them thangs
If a nigga try to go inside, I
that ass 'round let it stick out
Let your tip drill down let me tip out
Put it in park for me shorty come on walk for me
Shorty make it talk to me
head and look this way
And read my lips
Read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips
Read my tips, oh, I'm through with you
Read my
this
You on my tip boy, like Popeye on Brutus
Don't worry home cut I'm still chill
Just kinda twisted off a Benzo peel (ok)
Four door, I likes mine
I'm a tip top daddy and I'm gonna have my way
Keep away from the corner that's what I gotta say
One hand only get ready for a ride
Give me one
you don't need no glasses to stare
It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
With the Q on the Compton tip
So if you think I'm a flip
and here we go
The bass drum dancin' through to get dumb
Girls on my tip doin' flips because I'm well hung
Never been a fan of yours, vapors say my game's
night
All night long
Slowly (I know)
We'll be
Makin' love
Slowly, all night
All night long
Slip it off, yeah
Show big daddy what he've been missing
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