Tyler, The Creator - TIPTOE lyrics

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Tyler, The Creator - TIPTOE lyrics

[Intro] n***as is just rapping 'cause like Why not? Golf boys, ayo [Chorus] I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this b**h Everybody got opinions everybody got tips Tell them Twitter finger n***as they can cancel my dick, hmm I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door [Verse 1] Ayo, ayo In my mansion, n***as salsa dancing n***a n***a smiling on me face, I'm so handsome n***a I was edgy, n***a, now its Fetty I get my backyard, oh that's the Getty n***a I, was in the garden couldn't fathom It was snakes in the gra** but I couldn't grab 'em Focus on the Eve, nah focus on the green In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam Lemme 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 dick 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***a dick ride 'til your neck hurt n***a we ok, boy better know BBK You want war then I'm G.I. Joe You get cooked n***a B-B-Q I Diplo then go MIA Then skate off like a T.I. role n***as 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 them never stop Yeah we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in 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 [Bridge] I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this b**h I tip-tip-tip-tip toe run it (run it, run it, run it) [Verse 2] 666 when we bag em, hmm Y'all don'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** a Akademiks to post No radio play like once or so Y'all swear y'all got the keys I play piano, stop n***a, I'm the ammo in the Glock Church pants, sandals with the socks You n***as done, you better get the mop No violence, curly hair bounded at the top No violence, ayo Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama, ay 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***a [Outro] Runnin' in that b**h At the bottom of the b**h Had the doubles in the b**h Double O, double O, double T I was in a meeting, f**ing with me I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome Shoutout Carti

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