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tip toe - xvxparis lyrics

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[verse]
big booty b-tches want the drop on me
new balenciagas they be lookin’ like they socks on me
walk intro [?] ’cause you know i got the knots on me
when i get a check feel like the lottery
yeah, i smoke a lot of weed
no, you not as high as me
your boy with the plottery, i can’t plot on me
’cause i’m never sleep, tip toein’ can’t make a peep
let me catch my mothaf-ckin’ breath
i been runnin’ from these nats to a f-ckin’ check
last time in a foreign, tay was pushin’ almost had a wreck
last time i sipped a little hard teck i had overslept
i’m f-ckin’ that bih off the addy make the bed wet
i gave her that mornin’ wood, she went and made me breakfast
you talkin’ that big cap sayin’ you k!ller i ain’t dead yet
i’m with tt runnin’ the pack i’m like, yeah yeah
that boy he better be [?] ‘fore this sh-t get tragic
why he tryna act like me and jo ain’t savage
these b-tches really be thinkin’ i love ’em i be actin’
[?]
and when i dub her makin’ a louis, vlone casket
you don’t make no real vvs yo sh-t lookin’ like some plastic
i know that sh-t all fake ’cause the way she walkin’ nasty
[?]
sh-t don’t make no sense
these n-ggas goin’ outside not us
feel like steve jobs ’cause we got macs up
n-ggas talkin’ down that sh-t don’t add up
black my b-tch meet bad and ratchet
suck me ’til i’m sleep lil baby that’s it
heard your man got pop, pop, popped like a zit
all these n-ggas switchin’ up for clout like a b-tch

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