Roddy Ricch - Tip Toe (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Roddy Ricch - Tip Toe (en) Lyrics
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Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put
the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New, I had
to 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 tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo
Sipping on this codeine, a nigga
gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was having popo
'nem behind, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate
inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh
Fuck a bitch, I had to
grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy 'til I knock
it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished
on her face
And I had the strap when
I caught my case
Just got the grow house,
started in the Bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AP bitch inside of the face
And I got the hood down,
they riding every day
Putting money on the opps,
no face, no case
Balenciaga-wearin'-ass nigga
Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
Shit snatched now you
want it back, nigga
I just hope you don't
go and rat, nigga
Long johns right under
the strap, nigga
That's for you staring ass niggas
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas
That's for you rat niggas
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work
with the strap, nigga
I came around with five,
Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
Fuck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga,
like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic
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