Big Tipper Young Thug (Ft. Lil Keed)
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[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey
[Refrain: Young Thug]
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 (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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
Abracadabra, 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 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 nigga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil' wife, she'll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey
[Refrain: Young Thug]
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 (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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
Abracadabra, 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 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 nigga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil' wife, she'll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)
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