| Rose gold Rollie, I’m the nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
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| Patron of the New, I had put the drip on
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| Ask me how many niggas I done put on
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| My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
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| I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
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| Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
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| Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
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| She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
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| Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
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| Giuseppe got me on my tip-toe
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| Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
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| Brought the strap, I’m playin' give 'n' go
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| Serving junkies out the window
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| Tried to rob us, got extendo
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| We ain’t playin', no pretendo
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| Sipping on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
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| I remember we was havin' po-po 'nem behind, yeah, yeah
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| I’m gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh
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| Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
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| Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place
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| In the V12, get a lot of face
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| Spare the details, finished on her face
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| And I had the strap when I caught my case
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| Just got the grow house started in the Bay
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| I made a hundred plays in a day
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| Put an Arabic bitch inside of the face
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| And I got the hood damn near riding every day
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| Putting money on the opps, no face, no case
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| Rose gold Rollie, I’m the nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
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| Patron of the New, I had put the drip on
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| Ask me how many niggas I done put on
|
| My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
|
| I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
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| Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
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| Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
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| She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
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| Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
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| Giuseppe got me on my tip-toe
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| Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
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| Brought the strap, I’m playin' give 'n' go
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| Serving junkies out the window
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| Tried to rob us, got extendo
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| We ain’t playin', no pretendo
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| Balenciaga wearin' ass nigga
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| Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
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| Shit snatched now you want it back, nigga
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| I just hope you don’t go and rat, nigga
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| Long johns right under the strap, nigga
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| That’s for you staring ass niggas
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| Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas
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| That’s for you rat niggas
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| No, I can’t do no nine to five
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| Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga
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| I came around with five, Roddy came with six
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| And we got eleven straps with us
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| Fuck with my ride-or-die
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| Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob
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| And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
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| Nigga, I know magic
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| Rose gold Rollie, I’m the nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
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| Patron of the New, I had put the drip on
|
| Ask me how many niggas I done put on
|
| My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
|
| I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
|
| Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
|
| Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
|
| She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
|
| Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
|
| Giuseppe got me on my tip-toe
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| Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
|
| Brought the strap, I’m playin' give 'n' go
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| Serving junkies out the window
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| Tried to rob us, got extendo
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| We ain’t playin', no pretendo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tip Toe , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп