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Tippin'
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Tippin' was released on July 13, 2023 by 8 Mile Records as a part of the album The 1
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AlbumThe 1
Release DateJuly 13, 2023
Label8 Mile Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
8 Mile Ray
8 Mile Ray
Songwriter

Lyrics

You know the jeans by the stack, half a G on the waist
I fuck with Neisha cause she bout it
Take it straight to the face
Order 1942
I want the shit by the case
Come and slide down the truth
Bitch it's right on the eight
Can't buy a bottle
Begging women just to give you a chance
Got a bag
Strippers begging me to give me a dance
Feeling good, shit, I might just want to throw me some bands
Two Middle fingers for my haters
Boy you **** is fans
Feel like Cade, I'm the one
Bitch I ball like a Piston
In the kitchen with the fire
Bitch I bang out the mitten
I ain't wearing Jordan 1's
Boy I'm steppin in christian
It's a shame if you standing in the club and ain't tipping
Why you lil **** always in the club
But you ain't tipping
Got a bad lil' bitch
She my waitress
Got her digits
Move around now it's time to make it flood on the strippers
I went to town it was good, she like Esco finger licking
I feel like Pac in the club
Cause it's all eyes on me
Bend her over
Smack her ass
Put her head by her feet
Ain't Throwing walls in your section, you should really have a seat
She ask my sign
I'm like
"Bitch you can't tell that I'm a P?"
She want a rich ****, she don't want no broke ****
Boy, that's your rent money, spend it on the coat ****
I'm like
"Damn I want you"
"Got a friend ?"
"Bring her too."
She like, damn, what's that smell? I'm like, bitch, it's Jimmy Choo
We just paid a bitch rent
Man I think it's your daughter
Damn, it's Finna be a long night for the porter
My **** skeeze told me run a one
Then I scored it
Why the fuck you fresh without a booth?
Can't afford it
All the ratchet hoes in the club want to shake shit
You can't name a bitch in the building that I can't hit
I Wonder who, **** girlfriend, I'ma leave with
They always calling me to call the shots, cause I can't miss
I need some real **** on the mic, we're the Wavy Twins
"Where the twins at?"
"Yeah, yeah"
"Where her friend at?"
"Yeah, yeah"
All right
Aye, when I'm walking in the club
Where the hoes at?
Lil' baby sitting in my lap
Where the pros at?
She said that liquor got her tripping
She can't hold back
It ain't no bitches in this section
That shit so sad
After the club
Shawty text me
Said she on that
Ain't gotta worry, I'ma catch it
Baby Throw it back
Got her looking like it's snowing when I'm throwing that
She fucking with me cause I'm litty and I'm knowing that
Got the whole gang mobbin'
Champagne showers
Bad bitches with the snapping pics like they models
Hit the after party
Meet me there
You can follow
We fuck it up tonight, make it back by tomorrow
Bitch
Written by: 8 Mile Ray
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