Lyrics:
Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
the taffy getting cold I'm kind of snappy
How you going to find a cabbie when you lookin' for a taxi
Lookin' kinda nasty
Yet you feelin' sorta you classy
If
imma tip u real good Hit u wit da wood
Shawty nasty but she keep it Classy
Telling me she crafty and I aint Gon last please
Show me how dat craft be
Let
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
I'm fake, I say you're smoking
I'm just a mack named $hort from Oakland
Just like a tag team wrestling tip
With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch
Tell me what you're into
And maybe you can bring a friend too
See, I've been eyeing you down for like a minute
Baby, tell me if you with it
I'ma let
out his budget
I can't do the whole thing, he can't go back for nothin
I just got my soul clean, karma always comin'
He ain't make it easy, she makin'
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about, me, what about boo.
They holla Juvi', they holla Jigga, they holla T.I.P.
They
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about, me, what about boo.
They holla Juvi', they holla Jigga, they holla T.I.P.
They
This how they got me feelin' right now, look
Nigga what about me? What about Boozie?
They holler Juvy, they holler Jigga, they holler TIP
They
Hey babe dzem mas
Moda q bo ta dze cond bo cre mas
Sem xtril, kemas
Kes ek t fala cremas
Yah G, ncre paz
Diaza qno t vive na gaz
Ex probs ta bem tip
'Cause I ride for my clique
I get live with my clique
Go get high with my clique
Do or die for my clique
Said it's all that I know
Yeah, it's all
whoa
Don't talk, don't speak, bitch
I don't even eat at Ruth Chris, whoa
Money my move, bitch, whoa
Table got swordfish, whoa
Fn got blue tip
We the misfits with a flavor so rich
Honey dips on our wallets, story told by q tip
When I rip, I tear space time fabric
Slick like the ruler rick, I'm
is far from clean
She's a dirty little, nasty little girl
There's a key that turns the tumbler
As I dream I'm paralyzed
Though these eyes are
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard
punch a nigga aim for his chin
All these niggas faker than plastic onna barbie doll talking bout we kin
I don't be nickel and dimin I count by hundreds
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about, me, what about boo.
They holla Juvi', they holla Jigga, they holla T.I.P.
They
New York Yankee
Lookin for a ho and some hanky panky
Pretty long hair or nappy and bald
If you got a clean pussy I'll fuck you all
It really don't
that's in your head
Turning "What if I don't?" into "What if I did?"
Can't build a mansion without a blueprint
Can't clean your ears out without a Q-Tip
influence be therapeutic
Clueless people listen assume that it's just some music
Lucid with the q tips clean your ears and listen through it
This ain't no
up by the law
Fuck the judge and the cops
I'ma clean the bullets just for the opps
My partna like Nipsey, a 60 rollin' till he stop
My bitch look like
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