Lyrics:
up in the air
Let's see if it drippy drop
Took her to the bedroom
Fucked her in my Gucci flops
Hittin' it from the back
Make her crawl to the tippy
the pinnacle
Couldn't reach this height on tippy toes
When you hear me through your stereo
They say my God, that's lyrical
Genius
That's lyrical
Genius
That's
Niggas talking bout they getting busy
But these niggas ain't busy though
It's in sight when we see you
Have them demons creeping on yo ass
Tippy toed
Appetite let me help you with that
Plate full are you ain’t gon finish that
So nasty
Lil booty got a lil bounce to it
On my tippy tippy toes when I
And from that first sight, I be crushing
Got my heart pumping and rushing
Let’s begin the lovin
Chorus:
Got me on my tippy toes
She takes me higher than
on the edge of they seat, on they tippy toes
I'm at the top not my peak I won't melaton
I've just been saying it's me that they sleeping on wake up wake up
paper higher, bitch
We ain't never fuck with cops
And that's never gon' stop
And I'm posted at the tippy top
So get your money fast
And stack your
Well mama go a tippy, tippy toein' through the house
Gotta see what's the matter with the baby
It's been bawlin' and a-sqwallin' and a-kickin'
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have
treading on my tippy toes, my tippy toes
I'm starting to worry about Ray
The truth be told, the truth be told
I'm treading on my tippy toes, my tippy
wine,
That's amore.
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing Vita bella.'
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay,
Tippy-tippy-tay,
Like a gay
been through this once in my past life
I see the pit falls, dodging the difficult
Rolling down a slippery slope, stay on point I tippy toe it
Won't
Well mama go a tippy tippy toein' through the house
Gotta see what's the matter with the baby
It's been a bawlin' and a squallin' and a kickin'
Walking light on these glass flows
My tippy's, I'm toe up
You know what, I'm thinking
I think
I think I made you too special
You took me, you
rather finger-roll (finger-roll)
Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh)
Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh)
Nigga, I'm up like I'm
Hun gir meg head
Hun gir meg Toppen Bech
Er hun ferdig med the biddy
Er den kroppen vekk
Hun gir meg head
Hun gir meg tip top tippy
Den dama der hun
hating
Freaky Deaky woah
You a freaky hoe, Kryss Kross
Freaky Deaky yo
You a sleezy woah, Clubgod
Bus it wide open
On yo tippy toes, Silly hoe
Bread
the gas
On the E-way 95 do the dash
I can't see myself back taking last
Hard to tippy-toe when you walk on glass
Middle of the vultures last of the pack
Had
Baby, back
Dressed in black
Silver buttons all down her back
High hose, tippy toes
She broke the needle and she can sew
Walking the dog
your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that
I'ma time bomb 'bouta ticky, ticky
Sent me on top on a tippy, tippy
Only fly chickens, I'm picky, picky (booyah)
So ill I'm sicky, sicky
Yeah, got
your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that
colossal, like woop
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that you
camera, make a scene
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Yeah, go baby (Go baby)
Tippy, tippy, tin my friend or shall we begin?
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