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(Zaytoven) Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl Swear I want 'em all, I just need to write Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope (Let's go) Tip-toein', all through thе—, oh-oh Ass pokin' out when you walk Find the language, wе don't really talk You know your body finna go I know you know, baby, you know If I say "Go", then it's a go And you know what's next, you know I ain't really-really finna play Shit, they gon' tell you who I left with, you know I ain't really finna say Gotta be dumb and you know that I ain't I lie, I lie, I lie, I lie Hop in the ride-ide-ide-ide, ride-ide-ide-ide-ide They already know Ain't no need to flex right now, but you're fuckin' with a vet right now I can write a check right now, for your net right now If you wanna make a bet right now, we can bet right now Letras de cancionesGot her real wet right now, she gon' make a mess right now, right now, right now She say I'm the best in town And she right when she ride that side that dick right down Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, wait a minute, go slow Trappin' right here, go Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl Swear I want 'em all, I just need to write Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope (Yeah, got you, Guwop) On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope (Go) Breakin' bread, stackin' money, tryna run a bag up Dodgin' feds, cashin' checks, I done got the swag up (Huh) Baby, you was fine, now you got a dad-body (Huh?) A serial killer on the loose, that bitch got mad bodies (Damn) Gucci don't give a fuck, I'm a human like [?] (Bling) She ain't the type to play, she know she walk a tightrope (Huh) Diamonds in these bitches face, my fingers on Mike glow (Huh) Got her tippy-toein' 'til her fuckin' back broke (Huh) Trap it to the floor, we make your booty clap though (Clap) We both know you a freak, so what you tryna act for? (Ho') No Johnny Carson, welcome to the Gucci Mane show (It's Gucci) Three-hundred bands, my fans treat me like the damn Pope ('Wop) Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl Swear I want 'em all, I just need to write Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope You know, you know you can see You grown, you know I believe it Athlete shit, no nigga love to ball In the season, Autumn watch the money fall I can't take my eyes off you, girl Your body's doin' things that I can't explain, oh-oh-oh Stripper girl, stripper girl, stripper girl (Damn) Stripper girl, yeah Come and get that money, baby, do it now Ooh, look at that booty, how it's movin' now In between the sheets, like a center-four Please fuckin' with me, that way you finna go Got some niggas with me and they really go She say we the shit, like we didn't know Fuck it up, fuck it up like that Smack it up, flip it, rub it down from the back, yeah Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl (Oh-oh-oh) Swear I want 'em all, I just need to write Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show (Oh-oh-oh) On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah (Ooh) On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope From Letras Mania