Lyrics Tip Toe (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie) - Roddy Ricch feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
Rose
gold
Rollie
on
a
nigga
put
the
whole
damn
hood
on
Bet
you
had
to
know
I
had
put
the
drip
on
Ask
me
how
many
niggas
I
done
put
on
My
private
planes
'bout
to
fly
with
the
good
old
I
fuck
with
bougie
bitches,
fuck
a
hood
ho
Hit
that
bitch
from
the
back
and
told
her
ditto
Seen
the
jakes
and
a
nigga
had
to
get
low
She
looking
at
the
Patek
like
some
Skittles
Her
husband
been
talking
tough,
I
turned
her
widow
Giuseppe
got
me
on
my
tiptoe
Why
you
wifin'
on
a
flip
ho?
Bought
the
strap,
playing
give
'n'
go
Serving
junkies
out
the
window
Tried
to
rob
us,
got
extendo
We
ain't
playing
no
pretendo
Sipping
on
this
codeine
A
nigga
gotta
speak
my
mind,
mm-mm
I
remember
we
was
having
popo
'nem
behind,
yeah,
yeah
I'm
gettin'
money,
I
can
see
the
hate
Inside
his
eyes,
yeah,
yeah,
huh
Fuck
a
bitch,
I
had
to
grab
her
by
the
waist
Hit
the
pussy
'til
I
knock
it
outta
place
In
the
V12,
get
a
lot
of
face
Spare
the
details,
finished
on
her
face
And
I
had
the
strap
when
I
caught
my
case
Just
got
the
grow
house,
started
in
the
bay
I
made
a
hundred
plays
in
a
day
Put
a
AP
bitch
inside
of
the
face
And
I
got
the
hood
down,
they
riding
every
day
Putting
money
on
the
opps,
no
face,
no
case
Rose
gold
Rollie
on
a
nigga
put
the
whole
damn
hood
on
Bet
had
to
you
know
I
had
put
the
drip
on
Ask
me
how
many
niggas
I
done
put
on
My
private
planes
'bout
to
fly
with
the
good
old
I
fuck
with
bougie
bitches,
fuck
a
hood
ho
Hit
that
bitch
from
the
back
and
told
her
ditto
Seen
the
jakes
and
a
nigga
had
to
get
low
She
looking
at
the
Patek
like
some
Skittles
Her
husband
been
talking
tough,
I
turned
her
widow
Giuseppe
got
me
on
my
tiptoe
Why
you
wifin'
on
a
flip
ho?
Bought
the
strap,
playing
give
'n'
go
Serving
junkies
out
the
window
Tried
to
rob
us,
got
extendo
We
ain't
playing
no
pretendo
Balenciaga-wearin'-ass
nigga
Hoodied
up
with
a
mask,
nigga
Shit
snatched
now
you
want
it
back,
nigga
I
just
hope
you
don't
go
and
rat,
nigga
Long
johns
right
under
the
strap,
nigga
That's
for
you
staring
ass
niggas
Sawed-off
head
tap,
double-tap
niggas
That's
for
you
rat
niggas
No,
I
can't
do
no
nine
to
five
Nah-nah-nah
I
went
to
work
with
the
strap,
nigga
I
came
around
with
five,
Roddy
came
with
six
And
we
got
eleven
straps
with
us
Fuck
with
my
ride-or-die
Holes
in
your
body,
nigga,
like
SpongeBob
And
backflipping
go
ta-da-da,
ta-da-da
Nigga,
I
know
magic
Rose
gold
Rollie
on
a
nigga
put
the
whole
damn
hood
on
Bet
you
had
to
know
I
had
put
the
drip
on
Ask
me
how
many
niggas
I
done
put
on
My
private
planes
'bout
to
fly
with
the
good
old
I
fuck
with
bougie
bitches,
fuck
a
hood
ho
Hit
that
bitch
from
the
back
and
told
her
ditto
Seen
the
jakes
and
a
nigga
had
to
get
low
She
looking
at
the
Patek
like
some
Skittles
Her
husband
been
talking
tough,
I
turned
her
widow
Giuseppe
got
me
on
my
tiptoe
Why
you
wifin'
on
a
flip
ho?
Bought
the
strap,
playing
give
'n'
go
Serving
junkies
out
the
window
Tried
to
rob
us,
got
extendo
We
ain't
playing
no
pretendo

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