Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed)

Southside on the track, yeah
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 808 Mafia
 Hey
 I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
 Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy)
 Hand under her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
 All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go)
 Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
 Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
 Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin'
 She not fuckin' 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 pussy, 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 nigga, we showin' our hands
 I had turned the vibe my lil' wife
 She'll never be single again
 They hate and throw rice, we richer for life
 I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)
 Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
 King spiller, bitch, king dripper
 King killer, King, Godzilla
 Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
 King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
 Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
 Okay, I fuck 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 pussy jumped on (Woo)
 Baby, tell me what you prayin' for (Uh, uh)
 That shit cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (Yeah)
 White diamonds on me, bitch, I'm pale
 I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
 I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
 I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I'm on chill, hey
 I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
 Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy)
 Held onto her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
 All my hoes 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 shit with Lil Gotit
 We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
 Niggas, 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 Kyrie
 My ho want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
 Man, that pussy 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 niggas big cat (Pussy), 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, bitch, king dripper
 King killer, King, Godzilla
 Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
 King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
 Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
 Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
 I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice