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aint tippen on no hoes - dna tru lyricist lyrics

aint tippen on no hoes lyrics
[intro]
bet they can go, i ain’t tipping on no hoes
bet they can go, tipping on no hoes
bet they can go, ain’t tipping on no*
tipping on no* tipping on no* tipping on no

[hook 1]
these b*tches tryna see what they can get from me, but i ain’t tipping sh*t
these b*tches tryna see what they can get from me, but i ain’t tipping sh*t
nah, i ain’t tipping sh*t, nah, i ain’t tipping sh*t
these b*tches tryna see what they can get from me, these b*tches tryna see what they can get
these b*tches tryna see what they can get from me, but i ain’t tipping sh*t
these b*tches tryna see what they can get from me, but i ain’t tipping sh*t
nah, i ain’t tipping sh*t, nah, i ain’t tipping sh*t
these b*tches tryna see what they can get from me, but i ain’t tipping sh*t

[verse 1]
nah, i ain’t tipping sh*t, you ain’t getting nothing from me, hoe
tryna get me to stop at the store and pick you up cigarettes, that’s a hard no
these hoes be like “i’m tryna reach deep inside his pockets”
and i be like “you ain’t getting a godd*mn thing, you might as well stop it”
the rap game jimmy hoffa, yeah, everybody know me
and this ain’t no politics involved, ’cause i’m the flow king
a.k.a. the relationship atheist
a.k.a. when i rape this sh*t, your face get ripped
a.k.a. you wanna taste this d*ck? yeah
here’s your tip, but you can take it with ya
i’ma burn these hoes up in the wicker
i’m mind wicked, mr rhyming ripster
got a charles manson mouthpiece, letting it out on south beats
and you ain’t never heard a gangster lyricist like me
that’ll tell these hoes to kick rocks to the edge of the sea
i’m ’bout to free w*lly on ’em, and wetting their feet
the second i see that they questioning me
tryna play me for cheap, that’s a straight*up defeat
if they threaten my peace, they getting decked in the t**th
nah, scratch that, never put my hands on a woman, but i might put my hands on a hoe
but i keep on scooting on out the door, i got bodies moving like [?]
like, godd*mn, i’m an assh0l*, make these hoes go fish like a glass bowl
f*ck you thought this was? this tru sh*t, i’m ’bout to raise this sh*t like a flag on a pole
and put it in their face like the pimp i am, keep on being the beast i am
bet you won’t bite the hand that fingers that p*ssy this right before the d*ck go grand slam
[hook 2]
i ain’t tipping on no hoes, bet they can go
tipping on no hoes, nah, bet they can go
ain’t tipping on no hoes, tipping on no hoes
ain’t tipping on no* tipping on no* tipping on no* tipping on no*
tipping on no hoes, and i bet they can go
i ain’t tipping on no hoes, bet they can go
nah, i ain’t tipping on no hoes, bet they can go
ain’t tipping on no* tipping on no* tipping on no* tipping on no*

[verse 2]
ain’t tripping, i ain’t tipping on no motherf*cking hoe
with their tripping, i’ma kick ’em out the motherf*cking door
when they limping, i’ma get ’em with the motherf*cking flow
[?]
brotha lynch hung, where’d you get that flow?
he got it from sick albums like suicide note
back in the day, they was on his flow
nowadays, they just ain’t on him no more
just know i ain’t tripping on hoes
i ain’t tripping on an album, so you better go
get something new and bring it to the show
or go back and get that siccmade flow
cold*blooded, ain’t letting sh*t slide
just know if it ain’t sick, you can die
i’ve had it with this lazy streak, season two better not be weak
he better go and season that meat and sink his t**th in deep, now eat
grr, let out that growl, tru lyricist sh*t on the prowl
i know my predecessors will be proud, like, how do i take it 23 miles?
23 years in the godd*mn game, and i’m still spitting flames like liu kang
like dang, mane, i ain’t tipping no hoes, i’m just wrecking the flow
leave ’em wet from the floor to their neck with the flow
this is all that i know, you know you hoes must be clueless
that’s just how i do this, ’bout to screw these romances with* romances with no glances
’til i go back in with the whole program
these hoes hating but my flow’s golden
no wack sh*t, they can’t crack the mold
i spit hotter than lava ’cause i stay molten
from texas, b*tch, and i ain’t stay rolling
[hook 3]
like, tipping on 4*4s, wrecking these flows
i ain’t tipping on these hoes, bet they can go
tipping on these hoes, wrecking on flow*flows
tipping on 4*4s, bet they can* bet they can*

[outro]
texas, b*tch
the relationship atheist
come and get a taste of this
i’m ’bout to straight rape ya, b*tch
haha hahaha
like, tipping on 4*4s, bet they can go
ain’t tipping on these hoes, bet they can go
nah, i ain’t tipping on these hoes, ain’t tipping on these hoes
ain’t tipping on these* tipping on these* tipping on these* tipping on these

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