Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
Them niggas run track when they see me
(Pow, pow, pow, yeah)
Six racks in a week
Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
She make it clap with the beat
Give her the slap with the meat
She do a dance for the treat
Shorty know she gon' tap cause she need me
Don't pay for that birkin she begging for dollars
This dick make her holler, she gripping my collar
I got mileage my track record piling
I don't need no stylist i'm dripping in prada
Gucci the mink
I'ma hop out on fleek
23 on my feet
See the drip when i leak
Diamond floss on my teeth
Make them blink when they peep
In that bitch i go deep
Make her drop on her knees
Yeah
Make her drop on her knees
Get to clapping this dick in her stomach, that bitch overlapping
Don't come for my top i been up and i'm strapping
Bitch ain't bout' it them niggas just rapping
That choppa' go slapping
(Pow, pow, pow)
Niggas swerving in traffic can't run from that madness
Smoke em' badly collect up my cash and i'm dashing
I'm lashing, i'm mad with some passion
Get to crashing, i'm bashing his dome if he think i ain't ratchet
I stay bout' that action
Tell them hoes to quit texting my phone they too trashy
I don't want you unless you looking classy
Gucci the mink
I'ma hop out on fleek
23 on my feet
See the drip when i leak
Diamond floss on my teeth
Make them blink when they peep
In that bitch i go deep
Make her drop on her knees
Yeah, yeah
Nigga want beef, yeah
I'ma put him to sleep, yeah
Round that corner i creep, yeah
Make it drag i'm on T, yeah
Real blooda no lie
I'ma thug til' i die
I'ma bump for a dime
Been this way all my life
Where my head at i'm slime
I can't run out of time
Ain't no sleep when i grind
You see blood when i'm crying
They say why you so quiet
Got a lot on my mind
Tryna' hustle i'm tired
Still i stay ready to slide
(Yeah, yeah)
Six racks in a week
Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
She make it clap with the beat
Give her the slap with the meat
She do a dance for the treat
Shorty know she gon' tap cause she need me
(Yeah, yeah)
Tucci - TAP Lyrics
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Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
Them niggas run track when they see me
(Pow, pow, pow, yeah)
Six racks in a week
Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
She make it clap with the beat
Give her the slap with the meat
She do a dance for the treat
Shorty know she gon' tap cause she need me
Don't pay for that birkin she begging for dollars
This dick make her holler, she gripping my collar
I got mileage my track record piling
I don't need no stylist i'm dripping in prada
Gucci the mink
I'ma hop out on fleek
23 on my feet
See the drip when i leak
Diamond floss on my teeth
Make them blink when they peep
In that bitch i go deep
Make her drop on her knees
Yeah
Make her drop on her knees
Get to clapping this dick in her stomach, that bitch overlapping
Don't come for my top i been up and i'm strapping
Bitch ain't bout' it them niggas just rapping
That choppa' go slapping
(Pow, pow, pow)
Niggas swerving in traffic can't run from that madness
Smoke em' badly collect up my cash and i'm dashing
I'm lashing, i'm mad with some passion
Get to crashing, i'm bashing his dome if he think i ain't ratchet
I stay bout' that action
Tell them hoes to quit texting my phone they too trashy
I don't want you unless you looking classy
Gucci the mink
I'ma hop out on fleek
23 on my feet
See the drip when i leak
Diamond floss on my teeth
Make them blink when they peep
In that bitch i go deep
Make her drop on her knees
Yeah, yeah
Nigga want beef, yeah
I'ma put him to sleep, yeah
Round that corner i creep, yeah
Make it drag i'm on T, yeah
Real blooda no lie
I'ma thug til' i die
I'ma bump for a dime
Been this way all my life
Where my head at i'm slime
I can't run out of time
Ain't no sleep when i grind
You see blood when i'm crying
They say why you so quiet
Got a lot on my mind
Tryna' hustle i'm tired
Still i stay ready to slide
(Yeah, yeah)
Six racks in a week
Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
She make it clap with the beat
Give her the slap with the meat
She do a dance for the treat
Shorty know she gon' tap cause she need me
(Yeah, yeah)
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
Them niggas run track when they see me
(Pow, pow, pow, yeah)
Six racks in a week
Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
She make it clap with the beat
Give her the slap with the meat
She do a dance for the treat
Shorty know she gon' tap cause she need me
Don't pay for that birkin she begging for dollars
This dick make her holler, she gripping my collar
I got mileage my track record piling
I don't need no stylist i'm dripping in prada
Gucci the mink
I'ma hop out on fleek
23 on my feet
See the drip when i leak
Diamond floss on my teeth
Make them blink when they peep
In that bitch i go deep
Make her drop on her knees
Yeah
Make her drop on her knees
Get to clapping this dick in her stomach, that bitch overlapping
Don't come for my top i been up and i'm strapping
Bitch ain't bout' it them niggas just rapping
That choppa' go slapping
(Pow, pow, pow)
Niggas swerving in traffic can't run from that madness
Smoke em' badly collect up my cash and i'm dashing
I'm lashing, i'm mad with some passion
Get to crashing, i'm bashing his dome if he think i ain't ratchet
I stay bout' that action
Tell them hoes to quit texting my phone they too trashy
I don't want you unless you looking classy
Gucci the mink
I'ma hop out on fleek
23 on my feet
See the drip when i leak
Diamond floss on my teeth
Make them blink when they peep
In that bitch i go deep
Make her drop on her knees
Yeah, yeah
Nigga want beef, yeah
I'ma put him to sleep, yeah
Round that corner i creep, yeah
Make it drag i'm on T, yeah
Real blooda no lie
I'ma thug til' i die
I'ma bump for a dime
Been this way all my life
Where my head at i'm slime
I can't run out of time
Ain't no sleep when i grind
You see blood when i'm crying
They say why you so quiet
Got a lot on my mind
Tryna' hustle i'm tired
Still i stay ready to slide
(Yeah, yeah)
Six racks in a week
Six pack make her leak
Pop a pill make her tweak
Them niggas run track when they see me
She make it clap with the beat
Give her the slap with the meat
She do a dance for the treat
Shorty know she gon' tap cause she need me
(Yeah, yeah)
Writer: Tobias White
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid