XVXPARIS - TIP TOE lyrics
[XVXPARIS - TIP TOE lyrics]
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Ayowiththemayo yeah, yeah
Big booty bitches want the drop on me
New Balenciagas, yeah
they be lookin' like they socks on me
Walk into submission 'cause you know I
Got the knots on me (Uh, uh)
When I get a check, feel like the lottery
Yeah, I smoke a lot of weed
No, you not as high as me
Your boy with the plottery
(Uh, huh) , I can't plot on me
'Cause I'm never asleep, tip toein'
Can't make a peep
Let me catch my motherfuckin' breath (Asthma)
I been runnin' from these nats
To a fuckin' check (A check)
Last time in a foreign
Tay was pushin' almost had a wreck
Last time I sipped a little high tech
I had overslept (I'm sleepy)
I'm fuckin' that bih off the addy
Make the bed wet (The bed wet)
I gave her that mornin' wood
She went and made me breakfast (Brr)
You talkin' that big cap
Sayin' you killer I ain't dead yet (Big cap)
I'm with TT runnin' the pack, I'm like, yeah
Yeah that boy he better be cool
Before this shit get tragic (Uh, huh)
Why he tryna act like me and Jo, ain't savage
(Uh, huh)
These bitches really be thinkin' I love 'em
I be actin'
I'm big ol' slime, no, I ain't askin'
(Askin') and when I die, bury me in a Louis
Vlone casket ('Lone casket)
You don't make no real VVS
Your shit lookin' like some plastic
(Like some plastic)
I know that she a fiend 'cause
The way she walkin' nasty
(She walkin' nasty) i keep on copping shit
I'm addicted to this fashion
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit don't make no sense (No sense)
These niggas goin' out sad, not us (Not us)
Feel like Steve Jobs 'cause we got Macs up
(Macs up)
Niggas talkin' down, that shit don't add up
Like my bitch mean, bad, and ratchet
(Ratchet)
Suck me 'til I'm sleep lil' baby, that's it
(That's it) heard your man got pop, pop
Popped like a zit (A zit)
All these niggas switchin' up for
Clout like a bitch (A bitch)
Ayo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Ayowiththemayo yeah, yeah
Big booty bitches want the drop on me
New Balenciagas, yeah
they be lookin' like they socks on me
Walk into submission 'cause you know I
Got the knots on me (Uh, uh)
When I get a check, feel like the lottery
Yeah, I smoke a lot of weed
No, you not as high as me
Your boy with the plottery
(Uh, huh) , I can't plot on me
'Cause I'm never asleep, tip toein'
Can't make a peep
Let me catch my motherfuckin' breath (Asthma)
I been runnin' from these nats
To a fuckin' check (A check)
Last time in a foreign
Tay was pushin' almost had a wreck
Last time I sipped a little high tech
I had overslept (I'm sleepy)
I'm fuckin' that bih off the addy
Make the bed wet (The bed wet)
I gave her that mornin' wood
She went and made me breakfast (Brr)
You talkin' that big cap
Sayin' you killer I ain't dead yet (Big cap)
I'm with TT runnin' the pack, I'm like, yeah
Yeah that boy he better be cool
Before this shit get tragic (Uh, huh)
Why he tryna act like me and Jo, ain't savage
(Uh, huh)
These bitches really be thinkin' I love 'em
I be actin'
I'm big ol' slime, no, I ain't askin'
(Askin') and when I die, bury me in a Louis
Vlone casket ('Lone casket)
You don't make no real VVS
Your shit lookin' like some plastic
(Like some plastic)
I know that she a fiend 'cause
The way she walkin' nasty
(She walkin' nasty) i keep on copping shit
I'm addicted to this fashion
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit don't make no sense (No sense)
These niggas goin' out sad, not us (Not us)
Feel like Steve Jobs 'cause we got Macs up
(Macs up)
Niggas talkin' down, that shit don't add up
Like my bitch mean, bad, and ratchet
(Ratchet)
Suck me 'til I'm sleep lil' baby, that's it
(That's it) heard your man got pop, pop
Popped like a zit (A zit)
All these niggas switchin' up for
Clout like a bitch (A bitch)