Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed)

Young Thug, Lil Keed2019年8月16日

歌詞

 

Big Tipper - Young Thug/Lil Keed

Southside on the track yeah

808 Mafia

I can tiptoe in her p***y like a Loub Chanel

Ayy

Harriet Tubman twenties weigh 'em up on the scale

Ayy

Hand under her a*s caught her like Odell

All my h*es get Rollie Pollies mines up on the shelf

Let's go

Kicked out the hotel we smoking gas who else n***a

Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler yes n***a

Better not try to tell me what you seen a n***a doin'

She not f**kin' with me then her life is probably ruined

We can leave America and we can make a movie

Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie

Make lil' mama nut inside her pants just like a movie

Abracadaba tight p***y need a toothpick

Some of the fives some of the dimes

And then I got twenties and up

I come with the vibes and some of the guys

And I got a flooded Patek

I peep how you slide I peep how you ride

And now they goin' off with your head

They know the reward's a hundred racks

So they gon' do all that they can

Don't tell me you ridin' if you not gon' ride

We don't got no time for that playin'

We don't come disguised we gangsters for life

My n***a we showin' our hands

I had turned the vibe my lil' wife she'll never be single again

They hate and throw rice we Richard for life

I used to serve ice yikes

Hey

Big tipper big big dipper

King spiller b***h king dripper

King killer King Godzilla

F**k her every week still ain't seen me marshmallow

King Kuba King Tut Kuba

Black truck pull up on you just like Uber

Okay I f**k her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes ayy

I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice

My lil' shawty hit a lick out a bando

Yeah

Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man woah

Aw yeah

She won't come to you ask yes you can go

Hey

I got hitters on 175th Chicago

Let's play

Man the feds done got my M's up I'm gon' on

She got hit by the whole gang her p***y jumped on

Woo

Baby tell me what you prayin' for

Uh

That s**t cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy

Yeah

White diamonds on me b***h I'm pale

I got a baddie fine out of Israel

I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed

I keep some Dubai s**t on deck when I'm on chill hey

I can tiptoe in her p***y like a Loub Chanel

Ayy

Harriet Tubman twenties weigh 'em up on the scale

Ayy

Hand under her a*s caught her like Odell

All my h*es get Rollie Pollies mines up on the shelf

Let's go

Yeah I throw them racks on the blade

My baby she mad want me stay out of there yeah

I drip this s**t with Lil Gotit

We matching the shoes the belt yeah

N***as they know I'm the topic

They takin' they shot like ref yeah

Soon as you think you gon' try me

They leaving you dead in your step

Ridin' 'round like the army

We trippin' cars like Carmen

My ho want a Percocet she pop more than you and me

Man that p***y too wet

I don't care if she don't wanna top me

And state your number

I don't care if you don't call me

I want big racks I'm up early morning

These n***as big cat p***y yeah they tellin' on you

Yeah the Hellcat roll up Keed be ridin' on 'em

Wanna beef I pay the cash

I ain't got time for you no cap no cap

Big tipper big big dipper

King spiller b***h king dripper

King killer King Godzilla

F**k her every week still ain't seen me marshmallow

King Kuba King Tut Kuba

Black truck pull up on you just like Uber

Okay I f**k her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes ayy

I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice

 

***歌詞來自第三方***