paroles de chanson Leave A Tip - Ugly God

(I'm not going anywhere Nikko)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm flexin' on my exes
New bitch, she too wavy, yeah
I'm in Houston, Texas touchin' on a few ladies, yeah
I can't trust a nigga, everybody fugazi, yeah
I ain't text you baby, sorry, I got too lazy, yeah

In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone (skrrt)
Sippin' lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I was Domino's
Then I hit your bitch, she feel the dick all in her collarbone

Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashlight
She keep comin' back, she blow my dick just like a bagpipe
Niggas tough on Instagram, but in person, they act right
I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tight

Yeah (I'm walkin' down the strip with your bitch, arm around her hip
Nigga talkin' shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brr, buh)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning
I might fuck your bitch today (I might fuck your bitch today)

Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (motherfuckin' tip)

Ayy, leave a tip, I'm on the way, no need to trip
Told that bitch, "Come another inch", she gon' need to dip
Out the spot, keep on all your clothes, you don't need to strip
Throw that neck, you can keep the cat, I just need the lip

She gon' ride me like a Harley, whippin' in this 'Rari
Takin' trips out to New York, bih watch me Milly Rock like Carti (bitch)
But I can't Milly Rock, 'cause my right hand on this Glock
No grease but a bih gon' pop, like click-clack, boom when I hit your top

'Cause I'm head hunting
When I hit your bitch, she comin' back just like she left something (come here)
You niggas just talk, I don't pay no mind like you ain't even said nothing (like huh?)
Let's fuck but we can't chop it up 'cause I ain't no red onion (uh-uh)
My bih get mad when she call my phone and I hit that red button

Ooh, look like money, smell like money
Ain't a damn stain on me (bitch I'm cold, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, fresh young nigga, bitch, I'm that nigga, ain't a damn stain on me

W-W-Walkin' down the strip with your bitch, arm around her hip
Nigga talkin' shit, put that (shh) right up on his lip (brr, buh)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (I might fuck your bitch today)

Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip (thanks Ugly God) and leave a tip (motherfuckin' tip)

Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
Thanks Ugly God