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playboi carti - r.i.p | tiptoe (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[denzel curry’s verse]
[intro]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[verse 1]
came back hard ’cause you think it’s a joke
thought i fell off but i came back for more
young zeltron go zero below
i stay cold, that’s from head to toe
you on the pole, you on a bean
i can make a b_tch seem like i’m the dream
no fourteen, n_gga, this thirteen
got h_lla hoes like the state of beijing
b_tch, i’m sick like the measles
b_tch, i ball like the eagles
y’all n_ggas looking like sméagol
got a lawyer and a paralegal
free lil pump
too cliche if i said, “f_ck trump”
try one of mine, bet a n_gga get jumped (jump)
came from the bottom i came from a swamp
with alligator shoes, off the avenue
making money day, and night, and afternoon
went from making music tryna balance school
people called me gook and yet i made it cool
what the f_ck can you say about the n_gga denzel curry, mane
b_tch, i got it from the dirty, mane
and i did it under 30, mane (30, mane)
got a whole pocket full of sherbert
first, second, third verse, heard your mixtape, never heard worse
n_ggas wanna con, never converse
they just wanna ride a n_gga wave ’cause a n_gga making commerce
“denzel use too many big words” (yup)
sounds like y’all n_ggas watch big bird (yup)
girls wanna talk but way back then like a fine fat b_tch i got big curves
you’ll concur if you’ve been there, n_gga
this ain’t style, this swimwear, n_gga
everybody know that a n_gga drip hard
got hoes begging for the skin care, n_gga
young’uns wanna hate but i don’t care, n_gga
old heads hate when they lose hair, n_gga
sorry but i don’t compare, n_gga
i can do it all and it’s not fair, n_gga

[chorus]
y’all wack as f_ck, b_tch i’m black as f_ck (f_ck)
they be asking why i’m acting up (up)
’cause you ain’t down with us (us)
on the bus, f_ck a bust down i’d rather bust a nut (bust a nut)
i don’t trust n_ggas talking down but wanna keep in touch (f_ck n_gga)
y’all wack as f_ck, b_tch i’m black as f_ck (f_ck)
they be asking why i’m acting up (up)
cause you ain’t down with us (us)
on the bus, f_ck a bust down i’d rather bust a nut (bust a nut)
i don’t trust n_ggas talking down but wanna keep in touch (ugh)

[tyler the creator]
[intro]
n_ggas just rapping ’cause like
why not?
golf boys, ayo

[chorus]
i tip_tip_tip_tip toe in this b_tch
everybody got opinions, everybody got tips
tell them twitter finger n_ggas they can cancel my d_ck, hmm
i tip_tip_tip_tip toe in this hoe
somebody tell the devil that i’m knocking at the door

[verse 2]
ayo, ayo
in my mansion, n_gga salsa dancing n_gga
smiling on me face, i’m so handsome n_gga
i was edgy, n_gga, now its fetti
i get my backyard, oh that’s the getty
n_gga i, was in the garden couldn’t fathom
it was snakes in the grass but i couldn’t grab ’em
focus on the eve, nah focus on the green
in the trees with binoculars, looking for an adam
let me tell ya, i got dreams to sell ya
’cause y’all reek of backwoods and some future failures
we was working deals, out finalizing hurdles
y’all was out in paris d_ck_riding virgil
hope them insta photos keep you cool in coach
clout yeah, oh, you out here?
oh, you network, where your self_worth?
n_gga d_ck ride ’til your neck hurt
n_gga we ok, boy better know bbk
you want war then i’m g.i. joe
you get cooked n_gga b_b_q
i diplo then go mia
then skate off like a t.i. role (i say we get outta here)
n_ggas pretend to be bosses
you signed a 360, you lost it
that’s 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk
now tell the black youth, to just be
tell ’em never stop
yeah we all moving, but you ain’t gotta put us in a box
we can paint, we can draw, whatever
we can lady bird, we can baby boy
whatever movie setting you choose
just, just try to do better
and don’t let them stretch you too thin, new leather, yuh

[bridge]
i tip_tip_tip_tip toe in this b_tch
i tip_tip_tip_tip, run it (run it, run it, run it)

[verse 3]
666 when we bag ’em, hmm
y’all ain’t even know about the madam, hmm
y’all can get the packet with the atom, boom
summer just got a lil heater, yeah
flower boy gold no gimmicks, i joke
and i ain’t have to f_ck a akademiks to post
no radio play like once or so
y’all swear y’all got the keys
i play piano, stop
n_gga, i’m the ammo in the glock
church pants, sandals with the socks
you n_ggas done, you better get the mop
no violence, curly hair bound to get the top
no violence, ayo
incredible with commas i, make ya stretch like violet mama, ayy
i go dash and handmade ones the, neck frozone like papa’s partner, say
incredible with commas i, make ya stretch like violet mama in
i go dash and handmade ones the, neck frozone like papa’s partner, n_gga

[outro]
runnin’ in that b_tch
at the bottom of the b_tch
had the doubles in the b_tch
double o, double o, double t
i was in a meeting, f_cking with me
i ain’t say nothing this off top of the dome
shoutout carti
[carti]
[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
i’ma go f_ck that b_tch (yeah), i’ma go thrash that b_tch (yeah)
shawty gon’ suck this d_ck (yeah), shawty gon’ suck this d_ck (yeah)
that’s a pull_up b_tch (yeah), don’t make me pull up, b_tch
i smash that thot, then pull out, b_tch, might push to flacko sh_t
watch me pull up, take your chain, lil’ b_tch
i’m on deebo lit (yeah), i’m on ‘migo lit (yeah), i’m on kilo lit (yeah)
i go psycho, b_tch, watch me sock your b_tch
watch me thrash that b_tch, then i pass that b_tch

[verse 4
cop the prada, b_tch, get one for the zip
got that prada bag (yeah), got one for my b_tch (yeah)
lil’ boy hit like blitz (yeah), lil’ boy, this my b_tch (yeah)
got me mad as sh_t (yeah), so i slapped the b_tch (yeah)
i ain’t even hop in the coupe (yeah), your b_tch gon’ star at the clique (yeah)
i ain’t even f_ckin’ this thot, yeah, the b_tch gotta start with the clique, yeah
all of my diamonds they flawless, all of my diamonds legit (yeah)
all of these diamonds, they costin’ (slatt, hold up)
slatt, move like a boss, slatt, move like a boss
i get that dope, kilo, yeah, come f_ck with the boss (yeah)
smokin’ that gas, diesel, yeah, smoke like a boss, yeah
she throwin’ it back like a frisbee, yeah, hit like a boss (yeah)

[verse 5]
i’m with my dawgs, fight with my dawgs, yeah, shoot with my dawgs, yeah
i want your thot, i want your broad, yeah, she all on my lot
countin’ the knots, all of my ghosts, yeah, head to the loft
i got a strap all on my d_ck, ain’t hittin’ it raw
i just left elliot, prada bag, ooh, it holdin’ the knots, ooh
i got a b_tch, rihanna bad, ooh, the b_tch got a box
f_ck that mumblin’ sh_t (yeah), f_ck that mumblin’ sh_t (yeah)
bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin’ sh_t (yeah)
made a mil’ off that, uh, off that mumblin’ sh_t
made a mil’ off that, uh, off that mumblin’ sh_t (yeah)
bought a crib for mama off that mumblin’ sh_t (what?)
f_ck that ho, vh1, big ass booty b_tch (yeah)

- playboi carti

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