Tippin'
It don't cost nothing to tip it
One quick turn and I flip it
That's why I roll while she whip it
Smoking a RAW while I'm sipping
Drinking that Henney or Guaro
In a Murcielago
Rent that shit for the night
Spark up, park up under the lights
I like to groove on the flight
Lay back smooth as the paper ignites
Watch it widen your sight
Reach new heights at your body's delight
Damn, that shit smell loud
That turn heads and crowds
Type of shit I vowed
To smoke by the cloud
Let me get my hands on that
Let me get an ounce of that
Smoke it and I bounce right back
Quick-time, homeboy don't lack
Whole crew Shaolin iron lung
Goku Shaolin fire tongue
Spit heat, don't leave words unsung
Still young and I just begun
That's why I do what I do
That's why I do what I do
Tell me who are you?
The King then let me stage a coup
I'll take your jewels and eat your food
I don't want to cool
I want to duel and test that poetry
You better grip that rosary
Words puncture the skin like a rotary
I'm all tatted up (Tatted up)
Your girl love the art of my skin
She doesn't know where to begin
Now she's reaching with some of her friends
Now I don't know where to begin
She roll through with a couple of tens
I came through with a couple of twins
King-size RAW for the win
One quick turn and I flip it
That's why I roll while she whip it
Smoking a RAW while I'm sipping
Drinking that Henney or Guaro
In a Murcielago
Rent that shit for the night
Spark up, park up under the lights
I like to groove on the flight
Lay back smooth as the paper ignites
Watch it widen your sight
Reach new heights at your body's delight
Damn, that shit smell loud
That turn heads and crowds
Type of shit I vowed
To smoke by the cloud
Let me get my hands on that
Let me get an ounce of that
Smoke it and I bounce right back
Quick-time, homeboy don't lack
Whole crew Shaolin iron lung
Goku Shaolin fire tongue
Spit heat, don't leave words unsung
Still young and I just begun
That's why I do what I do
That's why I do what I do
Tell me who are you?
The King then let me stage a coup
I'll take your jewels and eat your food
I don't want to cool
I want to duel and test that poetry
You better grip that rosary
Words puncture the skin like a rotary
I'm all tatted up (Tatted up)
Your girl love the art of my skin
She doesn't know where to begin
Now she's reaching with some of her friends
Now I don't know where to begin
She roll through with a couple of tens
I came through with a couple of twins
King-size RAW for the win
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Writer(s): Sasha Hoyos
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