Lyrics:
know what to call it
Tip-tronic foreign, I'm shifting a 'rari
Eat pussy good and I fuck like a doggy
On all fours in front me
Well that's like a horsey
Right now live and direct
From the Velvet Room
On the corner of Pico and Wilcox
The House Of Pain live at the Coconut Lounge
One night only 8 PM
Tips
mek mi rub it pon you clit
Try push it in, it too tight
Mi shoulda bring a baby oil go pon di trip
Pussy get wet, slide in just di tip
Set yuh pon yuh
choppa blade (ma-man down)
OG traps ain't hand down
.30 got her hand clapped (clap)
Get your mans Saran wrapped
Now he gone, TIP (haha)
It's a drill,
Wagens
I've nevеr seen a Hummer
Oh, your brother can rap, but
He ain't make it? Damn, that's such a bummer
Blue tips in this FN soundin' like thunder
of this water out to Flint (safe)
Started fuckin' yo ho with the tip (tip)
We was broke but I'll never forget
(never forget)
On my sets where I never could
Ass so fat had me trippin' (trippin', buss it)
Like, "Let me put the tip in" (tip in, haan, buss it)
If it's your birthday, what we sippin'? (What we
Shorty tip-toin' on her heels (a'ight)
Got the big mansion on the hills (a'ight)
No education
Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (ganga)
Al armero le
Yuh pussy happy and yuh kno'
Tip up pon yuh toe, ride like a rodeo baby
You jus a mek me cocky grow
How me love yuh soo!? Bomboclaat
Gyal a you 'ave
probably mad 'cause they bitch would
A nigga hold that spot, you can blow my cock
Like the mother fuckin' tip good
Tip trill shit real
You can get it on for
Don't worry, the tip's past the legal one
Outkast's bangin loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind
Outsiders lookin in
is the canvas we painting on
Abstract the word we creating on
The TV's in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don't worry, the tip's
sing along no matter what
Because the dancers don't mind at the New Orleans
If you tip 'em and they make a cut
Do it
Take your mama out all night
Joe's
That's where all the hip and groovy people go
If you want variety
Take the tip and call for me
I'm an errand girl for rhythm
Send me
You
Coming through the alley trying to walk without a sound
It doesn't really matter 'cause there ain't no one around
Tip toe through the alley and tip
stackin', Jay 'bout to blow that in twenty days
Some niggas on the truck and it look like they on tip (who that?)
Twan fucked up, leaving the Bentley in
on some shit that get you bust quick
Watch your mouth 'cause I bet this Glock 27 hush shit
Why he run, boy? You know that back shot ugly
Green tips, blue
It's always on the tip of my tongue
I read an article on the internet
Told me that that's how you know you're falling in love
Don't really trust
niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck
That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead
I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead
Her
fly around this way, hollow tips, I dodge that shit
Gave my nigga three to five for marijuana and legalized that shit
Ring, ding, dong
Ring,
cashin' country
Ain't check cashin' country, naw-ha
I hear that tip jars got a jangle
'Cause we ain't got a single on the radio
We may go dancing
true
You need a witness just to know you're there
From the tips of your fingers, every strand of hair
You know someone's watching you watching me
your hand in mine
Could I hold you
Just say yes
C'mon, it's on the tip of your tongue
So easily done
Such a small request
Oh babe, you got something
took your hand in mine
Could I hold you? Just say, yes
C'mon, it's on the tip of your tongue
So easily done, such a small request
Oh babe, you got
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