Song parody of
The Tip Off
by Tana Hendrix
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Uhhhh Chefing , Exotic Soda
She ask me why I ain't never sober
Big Tana
Huh yeahhh
Too much pain I ain't never sober
Bussin woods break em down and load em
Back to back chain smoking rolling
(Loaded and rolling )
Know it's pressure , Exotic soda
In love with the taste
Introverted I ain't into social
Big racks can't fold em
Too much pain I ain't never sober
Bussin woods break em down and load em
Back to back chain smoking rolling
In love with the taste
Know it's pressure exotic soda
I can't feel my face
Introverted I ain't into social
Geek on these runts
Biscotti for lunch
Lean in the punch
Perc for the crunch ... yeah
Chefing and smoking
Blow out a lung
We get the bags by the bunch
Looking smelling like it she wanna hunch
I'm never sober
Ohhh yeahhh hold up
Pardon my odars
Still mixing wok in the soda
Numb to the pain
Now my heard kinda polar
Up like the smoke
Know we chef in the solar
Low down dirty shame
Plug is Mendoza
Put my bro on send a pack to the Nola
Big ol stepper baby pardon my scrotum
Ohhh breath
I can't feel my face smoke chief
Count a lot of cake
Know I really put this shit on
Fashion super late
Pull up know I skate
NBA my bitches slayed
Tell her give me face
Buss it make it shake
Hold up load up the kayyy
All I see is fuck niggas, why these fuck niggas watching
They must be feeling brave
Extensions on the drake
Whew ayyyyyy
Uhhhh Chefing , Exotic Soda
She ask me why I ain't never sober
Big Tana
Huh yeahhh
Too much pain I ain't never sober
Bussin woods break em down and load em
Back to back chain smoking rolling
(Loaded and rolling )
Know it's pressure , Exotic soda
In love with the taste
Introverted I ain't into social
Big racks can't fold em
Too much pain I ain't never sober
Bussin woods break em down and load em
Back to back chain smoking rolling
In love with the taste
Know it's pressure exotic soda
I can't feel my face
Introverted I ain't into social
Geek on these runts
Biscotti for lunch
Lean in the punch
Perc for the crunch ... yeah
Chefing and smoking
Blow out a lung
We get the bags by the bunch
Looking smelling like it she wanna hunch
I'm never sober
Ohhh yeahhh hold up
Pardon my odars
Still mixing wok in the soda
Numb to the pain
Now my heard kinda polar
Up like the smoke
Know we chef in the solar
Low down dirty shame
Plug is Mendoza
Put my bro on send a pack to the Nola
Big ol stepper baby pardon my scrotum
Ohhh breath
I can't feel my face smoke chief
Count a lot of cake
Know I really put this shit on
Fashion super late
Pull up know I skate
NBA my bitches slayed
Tell her give me face
Buss it make it shake
Hold up load up the kayyy
All I see is fuck niggas, why these fuck niggas watching
They must be feeling brave
Extensions on the drake
Whew ayyyyyy
