| Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m flexin' on my exes
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| New bitch, she too wavy, yeah
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| I’m in Houston, Texas touchin' on a few ladies, yeah
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| I can’t trust a nigga, everybody fugazy, yeah
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| I ain’t text you baby, sorry, I got too lazy, yeah
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| In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone (Skrr)
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| Sippin' lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
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| Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I work Domino’s
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| Then I hit your bitch, she feel the dick all in her collarbone
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| Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashlight
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| She keep comin' back, she blow my dick just like a bagpipe
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| Niggas tough on Instagram, but in person they act right
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| I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tight
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| Yeah, I’m walkin' down the strip with your bitch, arm around her hip
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| Nigga talkin' shit, put that (shh) right up on his lip (Brr, buh)
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| Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
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| Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (I might fuck your bitch
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| today)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (Motherfuckin' tip)
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| Leave a tip, I’m on the way, no need to trip
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| Told that bitch, «Come another inch», she gon' need to dip
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| Out the spot, keep on all your clothes, you don’t need to strip
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| Throw that neck, you can keep the cat, I just need the lip
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| She gon' ride me like a Harley, whippin' in this 'Rari
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| Takin' trips out to New York, bih watch me Milly Rock like Carti (Bitch)
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| But I can’t Milly Rock, 'cause my right hand on this Glock
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| No grease but a bih gon' pop, like click-clack, boom when I hit your top
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| 'Cause I’m head hunting, when I hit your bitch, she comin' back just like she
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| left something (Come here)
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| You niggas just talk, I don’t pay no mind like you ain’t even said nothing
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| (Like huh?)
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| Let’s fuck but we can’t chop it up 'cause I ain’t no red onion (Uh uh)
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| My bih' get mad when she call my phone and I hit that red button
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| Ooh, look like money, smell like money, ain’t a damn stain on me (Bitch I’m
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| cold, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Ayy, fresh young nigga, bitch, I’m that nigga, ain’t a damn stain on me
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| W-W-Walkin' down the strip with your bitch, arm around her hip
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| Nigga talkin' shit, put that (shh) right up on his lip (Brr, buh)
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| Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
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| Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (I might fuck your bitch
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| today)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
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| Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (Motherfuckin' tip)
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| Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God,
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| thanks Ugly God |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave A Tip, artist - Ugly God. Album song Bumps & Bruises, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп