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Pouya – Tip Toe Lyrics ft J.I.D

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Pouya – Tip Toe Lyrics ft. J.I.D

Tip Toe Lyrics by  feat .

[Intro – J.I.D.]
Yeah, , um, , um

[Verse 1 – J.I.D]
Kamikaze caramel covered karma on the tip of my taste buds
Tip of the iceberg
Tip to the waitress
Tip on your toes mama, don’t trip on the mink rug
That’s a lil mud, mama don’t trip on that pink stuff
That’s a lil pussy baby, don’t trip on the pink stuff
I’m just tryna hit it once, no to break up
She look at me like – “This n—a don’t think when he say stuff”
F—–g right, and that’s probably the root to my problems
‘Member I told you ’bout that time we almost got shot up
They came from the back of the back, and plot to come rob us
The funny thing with that, them n—-s robbing the robbers
My homie lost a stack, I lost like forty-one dollars
I said “both you n—-s wacking if I see you Charlotte”
He held a gun to my neck, I don’t why he ain’t wile out
Brocka-rocka, call my brother like them just killed Blocka
But no nada, I quote shotta’s
Haha, gwala in my pocket, b—h I’m balling, Prince Ali Ababwa
Bwoy-bwoy life sucks on the other end of the blocka
We dodge them shots from the other end of
It’s no end running from n—-s and cops

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[Verse 2 – Pouya]
I been through the worst
I should’ve been inside that hearse
The mo’ I stack my paper tall, the mo’ they want me in the dirt
Six feet under these woman make me wonder
Would you still want my number?
If that Roley wasn’t under your budget
I’ll never know who really got the best intentions for me
So I keep my circle tight and I got that Glock in my reach
Without a question see me running to the check no second guessing, Smith and Wesson if they stepping out of line “b—h”
Whats on your mind —h
I ain’t got no time for this
Back and forth mumbling under your breath, just tell me what the f—–g is
These problematic b—–s always want the finer things
But you ain’t fine enough to get your finest fee
She want to squash
She want to (?)
That’s fine with me
Finally
F—–g hoes I thought I only see inside my fantasies
That phantom ghost inspire me to do the most
That Honda Civic made me hungry for some foreign motors
Upgraded to the Porsche before I drank my Folgers
Pour that 40 on the soil for my fallen soldiers
Pour that 40 on the soil for my dead hope
Never going back in time
Never gon’ be dead broke “b—h”

 

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