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Get up (Yeah) who tip-top?
That's still us (That's still us)
Four AM, I'm still up (Still up)
Them lil' chains don't fit us, nah
Don't fit us (They

till min snap snap snap
Svänga låt mig böja på din back back back
Den går tip tap nu jag tippar på min tå
Jag kom förstörde gamet kanske dags att jag ska

ca-i destul loc pe Danceflow
Repede ca tip la voi 'Ce faci, treci incoa!'

Imi place debandada n-am banii de la tata
Ii am de la mine si sunt aproape

up to the tip
Warlord shit (Huh?)
Aw, shit, my dick is chapped
I think I need some parchment (Huh)

Ayy, fuck that
(yeah) , we bangin' off wax (yeah)

Tip-toe to my grave I
Ain’t worried about shit
Lost in the dark I ain't seen the light since
Drown on a pill? I ain’t worried about death
Never even

that ass, yeah, that's it
Do the split's on my tip
You know you be on your shit yeah

Bounce that ass all in my face
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hit it all,

on the major tip
Leaving his ankles shaken shit
This little bitch
I swear she fucking taking dick
Okay, she fucking with a real nigga
Showing that she kinda made

heard
'Cause it all just shows that what we know
Is just the tip, the tip
The tip of the iceberg

We never learned to use a compass
We never learned

lieg' im Bett, es ist tief nachts
Alles ist ruhig und friedlich
Bis dann ich dann finster aufschrecke
Aufwache pit'schnass, schweißgebadet
Ich höre "Tip

beer
My baby right beside me, lovin' everything about me
From my boots to the tip of my hat
I'll be doin' this 'til Jesus and Wranglers come back,

And pour a little more tequila
And drown a couple broken hearts
And pull you in close 
And dance to every song that comes on in this bar
The more we tip

baby, bounce it up in down

Make my thing go round and round
I'm liking what you doing, let me bump with it
On your mark, ima tip drill, tip drill,

beer
My baby right beside me, lovin' everything about me
From my boots to the tip of my hat
I'll be doin' this 'til Jesus and Wranglers come back,

of it
We tip and run and we've
Found drunken in love like a Tennessee love song

You remind me of a nicotine daydream
High school, eighteen
Drunk

gun looking fake, but this ain't a rip-off
I tear off her head, RIP, it's a rip-off
A man get a hollow tip in his brain 'cause man got a tip-off
Huh,

You call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing the neighbor said she's calling the feds

van team tip anoniem
Ik hou het stil als een mime
Ik blow me money net een bom
Soms ben ik verder net een zon
Dom hungre daggoe als ik kom
Dom hungre

da prekrijem ovo
Malo me sramota i muči me to što znam
Za ovo nisam vešta
Nisam onaj tip što se olako daje
Ovo jutro jezivo dugo mi traje
Znaš, čujemo

yeah, we tryna get the bag
We rockin' all the big shows, uh
And tell 'em lil' boys to step up their bag
And no we don't tip-toe, uh
We play with them

tijd voor je bitch
Ik ken die dagen niet vergeten met surviven op tips neef
Je ziet me strijden voor dit
Ze zeggen Stop met die shit
Maar word verleid

of it
We tip and run and we've
Found drunken in love like a Tennessee love song

You remind me of a nicotine daydream
High school, eighteen
Drunk

Take Your Mama

Scissor Sisters

Take Your Mama/Backwoods Discoteque II

2004

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

(pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress

Bring Out Your Dead

$uicideboy$

I Want to Die in New Orleans

2018

I'm all alone
Everyone clones, please tell your bitch to stop hitting my phone

Hollow tips to the whole motherfucking game (game)
Hollow tips