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Young Thug – Big Tipper Lyrics

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Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey

I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel Ayy
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh em up on the scale Ayy
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell Hey
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf Lets go

Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin
She not fuckin 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 pussy, need a toothpick

Throw away the fives and 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 rewards a hundred racks
So they gon do all that they can

Dont tell me you ridin if you not gon ride
We dont got no time for that playin
We dont come disguised we gangsters for life
My nigga, we showin our hands
I had turned the vibe, my lil wife, shell never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life
I used to serve ice, yikes Hey

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still aint seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still aint seen my eyes, ayy
I dont 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, whoa Aw, yeah
She wont come to you, ask, yes, you can go Hey
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago Lets play
Man, the feds done got my Ms up, Im gon on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on Woo
Baby, tell me what you prayin for Uh
That shit cap cause Im the real McCoy Yeah

White diamonds on me, bitch, Im pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when Im on chill, hey

I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel Ayy
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh em up on the scale Ayy
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell Hey
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf Lets go

Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know Im the topic
They takin they shot like the 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 Kyrie
My hoe want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I dont care if she dont wanna top me
And state your number, I dont care if you dont call me

I want big racks, Lets go Im up early morning
These niggas big cat Pussy, yeah, they tellin on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin on em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I aint got time for you, no cap, no cap

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still aint seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Kay, I fuck her every night and she still aint seen my eyes, ayy
I dont know the vibes so I introduce the ice

Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla

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