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TIPTOE Lyrics - Artist : Tyler, The Creator
Niggas just rapping 'cause like
Why not? Golf boys, ayo I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch Everybody got opinions, everybody got tips Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door Ayo, ayo In my mansion, nigga salsa dancing nigga Smiling on me face, I'm so handsome nigga I was edgy, nigga, now it's Fetti I get my backyard, oh that's the Getty Nigga I, was in the garden couldn't fathom It was snakes in the grass but I couldn't grab 'em Focus on the Eve, nah focus on the green In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam Let me tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya 'Cause y'all reek of backwoods and some future failures We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles Y'all was out in Paris dick-riding Virgil Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach Clout yeah, oh, you out here? Oh, you network, where your self-worth? Nigga dick ride 'til your neck hurt Nigga we OK, boy better know BBK You want war then I'm G.I. Joe You get cooked nigga B-B-Q I Diplo then go MIA Then skate off like a T.I. role (I say we get outta here) Niggas pretend to be bosses You signed a 360, you lost it That's 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk Now tell the Black Youth, to just be Tell 'em never stop Yeah we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in a box We can paint, we can draw, whatever We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy Whatever movie setting you choose Just, just try to do better And don't let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch I tip-tip-tip-tip, run it (run it, run it, run it) 666 when we bag 'em, hmm Y'all ain't even know about the madam, hmm Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom Summer just got a lil heater, yeah Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post No radio play like once or so Y'all swear y'all got the keys I play piano, stop Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock Church pants, sandals with the socks You niggas done, you better get the mop No violence, curly hair bound to get the top No violence, ayo Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ayy I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga Runnin' in that bitch At the bottom of the bitch Had the doubles in the bitch Double O, double O, double T I was in a meeting, fucking with me I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome Shoutout Carti |
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