โหลดเพลง mp3 Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed) - Young Thug

Song: Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed)
Artist: Young Thug
Southside on the track yeah
808 Mafia
I can tiptoe in her p***y like a Loub Chanel
Ayy
Harriet Tubman twenties weigh 'em up on the scale
Ayy
Hand under her a*s caught her like Odell
All my h*es get Rollie Pollies mines up on the shelf
Let's go
Kicked out the hotel we smoking gas who else n***a
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler yes n***a
Better not try to tell me what you seen a n***a doin'
She not f**kin' 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 p***y 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 n***a we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil' wife she'll never be single again
They hate and throw rice we Richard for life
I used to serve ice yikes
Hey
Big tipper big big dipper
King spiller b***h king dripper
King killer King Godzilla
F**k her every week still ain't seen me marshmallow
King Kuba King Tut Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay I f**k 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 p***y jumped on
Woo
Baby tell me what you prayin' for
Uh
That s**t cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy
Yeah
White diamonds on me b***h I'm pale
I got a baddie fine out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai s**t on deck when I'm on chill hey
I can tiptoe in her p***y like a Loub Chanel
Ayy
Harriet Tubman twenties weigh 'em up on the scale
Ayy
Hand under her a*s caught her like Odell
All my h*es 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 s**t with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes the belt yeah
N***as 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 Carmen
My ho want a Percocet she pop more than you and me
Man that p***y 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 n***as big cat p***y 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 b***h king dripper
King killer King Godzilla
F**k her every week still ain't seen me marshmallow
King Kuba King Tut Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay I f**k her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice