Video Tip Toe de Suga Free 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Suga Free - Tip Toe Lyrics

Tip Toe Song Lyrics
Tip Toe by Suga Free Oh, yeah, once again
Your friendly neighborhood player
Suga Free, is in this b**ch, b**ch
Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik

The almighty, funkster
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Worth three thousand, you don't hear me
Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi C
Droppin' some bomb sh*t, fo yo, ass
As we dip da, tip toe to the nine, seven

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Naw, uh, oh, b**ch you done f**ked up
Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long look
At another niggas name and his neighborhood
Straight struck her

But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullsh*t she
Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
He'll do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible]
To realize only reason, that b**ch work is to keep her ankles warm

I, pimpin' a padron on the first degree
I'm writin' letters to a b**ch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
'Cause that b**ch lips so big
Chopstick had to invent a spray,so, hey, f**k that

You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac

With some of that jack, off nut colored interior
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
But you were a winner
Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible]

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Yeah, it's Mr. Quik, tell me, who do you expect?
I'm back with Suga Free and Hi C, for all respect
'Cause I've been doin' this sh*t for years and still impressin'
Tryna get whatcha on me, nothin' mo, nothin' less

'Cause in my black Lex, I rolls from county to county
City to city, lookin' for the dark honies, suckle brown red titties
And b**ches, y'all can't play a technique for a trick
Because I speaks softly and carries a big ol' dick

And um, I like the b**ches that ain't scared to use they hands
I like the b**ches that'd get naked in the back of the van
Yeah, see, see, I paid ya like I'm major
You b**ches steadily gettin' over them, niggas, that done paid ya

But then I just fire my Newport and look at ya stupid
And then shoot you with an arrow like dick 'cause I ain't Cupid
Now, learn to tip toe ?

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

I bet ya recognize me, I'm nasty as they come Mr. H I C
Tip Toe, but don't ya run, 'cause me and my dogs be chillin' in the tree
DJ Quik, Blac Tone and Suga Free
Now, tell me what ya want, baby, what ya need?

I slap meat to a freak and make the ho, nose bleed
'Cause b**ches like you smoke up all the weed
And ain't givin up sh*t with yo nappy weed

See I a hoe, like you can shake my spot
Or suck my dick, till your taste of snot
Naw, it don't stop, we stays on top
And bust like a muthaf**kin' fo, fo shot

f**k what you got, I'ma ride and swerve
Intoxicated, man, I hate it when I scr*pes the curb
Just slammed the do and the ho tried to work me
God damn ho, don't b**ch, ya tryna work me

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
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