Big Tipper lyrics

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Quavo


[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey

[Refrain: Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in her pus*y like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, n*gga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, n*gga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a n*gga doin'
She not f*ckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil' mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadabra, tight pus*y, need a toothpick
Throw away the fives and some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin' off with your head
They know the reward's a hundred racks so they gon' do all that they can
Don't tell me you ridin' if you not gon' ride, we don't got no time for that playin'
We don't come disguised, we gangsters for life, my n*gga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil' wife, she'll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, b*tch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
f*ck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I f*ck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My lil' shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah)
Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, woah (Aw, yeah)
She won't come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let's play)
Man, the feds done got my M's up, I'm gon' on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pus*y jumped on (Woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin' for (Uh, uh)
That sh*t cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (Yeah)
White diamonds on me, b*tch, I'm pale
I got a baddie flyin' out of Israel
I kept like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai sh*t on deck when I'm on chill, hey

[Refrain: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in that pus*y like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go, Keed, talk to 'em)
[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this sh*t with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
n*ggas, they know I'm the topic
They takin' they shot like ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon' try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin' 'round like the army, we triple-cross like Kyrie
My ho want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pus*y too wet, I don't care if she don't wanna top me
And state your number, I don't care if you don't call me
I want big racks, I'm up early morning
These n*ggas big cat (pus*y), yeah, they tellin' on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin' on 'em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain't got time for you, no cap, no cap

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, b*tch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
f*ck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I f*ck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice
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