The Tip Out
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Special thank you
Sky thank you for f*ckin' with me
I hope I make myself clear, I'ma say this once
I want your money, b*tch I ain't tryna f*ck
I got gas money for you baby, you ain't with it then cut
Turn on XVideos just to catch my nut
Yeah I'm up, I'm tired f*cking on these sl*ts
I went to jail and them sl*ts left me stuck
I'm done with these chimney ass n*ggas and they broke ass ways
I ain't tryna smoke and chill dog, I'm tryna get paid
Been manipulating b*tches since the first grade
Deuce gave me lunch money, b*tches gave me hot trays
Rock the Vans and the Chucks, I don't need them J's
I'm Andre Ward on these n*ggas, I don't never lose a fade
If a b*tch on my team then she lucked up
I had a down ass b*tch but I f*cked up
Since my brother snaked me out I have no trust
They say I'm selfish with my heart, I give no f*cks
They say I pop too much molly, I'm like so what?
Any hood, shooting dice, still won't get touched
You ain't never heard a black striper froze up
And yo b*tch seen this roll so she chose up
I won't let you have my heart baby
And you can't hop in this sixteen unless you finna pay me
Fifth of Henn, that's a pressure, know I'm so wavy
Montclair, check the flannel, I'm a Saks baby, that's facts, baby
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you move that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you throw that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby
Your boyfriend chain fake, I know your ass embarrassed
But that smokeshop watch, I'd be ashamed to wear
Say I talk a gang of sh*t like my cousin Terrence
Hate when real come around, these lames can't stand it
But we can't smoke inside the whip 'cause I brought the cannon
Hoes started fagging off so I start scamming
Me and Chop hitting Norties for a soft seven
I hit the club with the thugs, all the hoes staring
When I cheese you see gold like I'm up in cabin
(You ain't never heard a black striper froze up
And your b*tch seen this roll so she chose up)
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you move that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby
It's somethin' 'bout the way you throw it back baby
Bend it over for a thug, make it clap baby
The way you throw that body make me act crazy
Show these ones, sit that ass on my lap baby