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Tap Lyrics - Artist : Wiz Khalifa
Do you mind if I play somethin' for you?
[Wiz Khalifa:] Oh, I'm on top, my block is off Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh) We in love, we get to the paper And if another one choose you don't trip Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Okay) You ain't gotta stop, go hard, don't quit Chillin' at the crib, when you out, you that bitch Used to be skinny, now you gettin' thick Used to want a boyfriend, now you want dick You a bad lil bitch Tryna rack up, tryna get rich Tryna get money for a new Birkin Tryna secure the trip for your girlfriend Tryna lock down the D like a permit Other girls try to hit, you determined When the bitches come around, you make 'em nervous Make them other niggas pay for your service Me? I'm on top, my block is off Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it (Uh huh) She wouldn't know what to do without me (I see who you with) We in love, we get to the paper (I see who you wanna be with) And if another one choose you don't trip (Oh) Thats how I know you a down ass bitch (Uh) [Chevy Woods:] I'ma show her what these racks do Gettin' top in my homeboy's bathroom She got all that ass on her when she pass through Good brain, she the smartest in the classroom She gon' bust it for a nigga, I'ma throw them ones I'ma need a replay, baby, not just once Told her, we just getting started, and the nights still young We gon' need more shots 'til we both get drunk Look, I'm a fool with it You paid the doctor for it, what you gon' do with it? Its brand new to me, I don't care who hit it No kids, sorry, I can't let loose in it You be cuffin' on a bitch, I let her choose, nigga [Wiz Khalifa:] I'm on top, my block is off Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh) We in love, we get to the paper (Oh) And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh) Thats how I know you a down ass bitch [Narissa:] He thought he was rich 'til I made him richer He thought he was really winnin' 'til he met a winner My nigga in the summer ain't my nigga in the winter Spend that cash on a nigga if you really fuckin' with it Its just me and mine we countin' this money all day We so in line, don't matter what nobody say And I'll flip a brick quick instead of talkin' shit With the shit, slap a bitch if she too up in my mix On my nigga, all up on his dick, bitch, get a grip I heard you thirsty for the tea, bitch, I know you wanna sip Want a sip [Wiz Khalifa:] I'm on top, my block is off (Oh) Soon as you walk up to me, I'ma make her count it She wouldn't know what to do without me (Oh) We in love, we get to the paper And if another one choose, you don't trip (Oh) Thats how I know you a down ass bitch |
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