Big Tipper – Tory Lanez

Letra da música Big Tipper. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Tory Lanez.

Yessir
Woo
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayy, ayy
Bitch, I’m a big tipper
And you a big stripper
And I won’t fuck a bitch unless she got a bitch with her
I Goyard, hoe, look at the big zipper
Bitch, I’m a star, hoe, just like the Big Dipper
I got 10 times, I fucked her 10 times
Lil’ bitch I told you I ain’t paying for the 10th time
I go to Brooklyn and I fuck a bitch from Bedstuy
Can’t fuck no bitch that be burning, this ain’t no Left Eye
She got a boyfriend, but she don’t love that nigga
She in my section drinking bottles saying, “Fuck that nigga”
He talking silly, let my shooter come and dust that nigga
His bitch was lookin’ wonderin’ why she even cuffed that nigga
Bitch, I can’t fuck you, that pussy risky
But you been throwing it at me just like a frisbee
Don’t you ever call yourself tryna diss mе
You been on my dick since the 10th grade
Look back at it, look back at it
Go ahеad, put the pussy in a crackmatic
I’ma hit it like a nigga tryna cat-daddy
Girl, you know a nigga love when you look back at it
I look back at it, look back at it
I watch that nigga eat the booty like a crack addict
I tell him beat the pussy up ’cause it’s problematic
I got him shooting up the club with his automatic
And I’m riding on that dick like a road trip
He gon’ feel the circle getting tighter like a mosh pit
Any bitches biddy, back it up if you gon’ talk shit
Hoe, get off your knees ’cause you know that you can’t top this
It’s a lot of blue bills in my wallet, nigga
Think about it, shorty, you can’t even name a harder nigga
Know I’m from the hood, I ain’t playin’ ’bout my guala, nigga
This a million dollars, what’s a dollar to a Harlem nigga?
Yes indeed, he be trippin’ ’cause that pussy slippery
He could barely believe it, you’d think that shit was make believe
If he hitting me, he ain’t dipping out, ain’t quick to leave
He had to back up, ain’t no Colin Kaepernick, he took a knee
In the G5, set to be live
Ocean beach drive, Louis on my knee-highs
Smoke a 3 5, buzzin’ like a beehive
These guys with me ride like, bitch, yeehaw
I done made it out the city like Diddy I’m screen-sized
These five bitches only be hating and these guys, these lies
That these bitches be telling are flea-sized
And when I get to jet, no propeller ’cause we fly
Bitch, I’m a big tipper
And you a big stripper
And I won’t fuck a bitch unless she got a bitch with her
I Goyard, hoe, look at the big zipper
Bitch, I’m a star, hoe, just like the Big Dipper
Look back at it, look back at it
Go ahead, put the pussy in a crackmatic
I’ma hit it like a nigga tryna cat-daddy
Girl, you know a nigga love when you look back at it (oh)
Look back at it, she got a fat fatty
She got her ass tatted, she just got more ass added
She got her pants sagging, and I’m a crack addict
That pussy glass house, she get her glass shattered
She say “Don’t shoot cash at me, yo, just Cashapp me”
She make the pussy lips talk like it’s mad at me
I’m a bad bunny, fuck you like your bath running
Throw 50k at your face, that’s just gas money
All the strippers love me, big tipper
I got tippers tippin’ strippers for me
Big titties, if I listen they gon’ pillow talk me
I’ma hit it then we practice social distance, homie
Lapdance while a pistol on me
Bitch, I’m a big tipper (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you a big stripper
And I won’t fuck a bitch unless she got a bitch with her
I Goyard, hoe, look at the big zipper
Bitch, I’m a star, hoe, just like the Big Dipper (yeah)
Look back at it (yeah), look back at it (yeah)
Go ahead, put that pussy in a crackmatic (oh)
I’ma hit it like a nigga tryna cat-daddy (oh)
Girl, you know a nigga love when you look back at it
Girl, you know a nigga love it when you look back at it, yeah
Then go back at it
Girl, you know a nigga love when you look back at it
Yeah, we back at it