Tiptoe – Tyler the Creator lyrics

Lyrics Tiptoe – Tyler the Creator

Tiptoe lyrics by Tyler the Creator
Niggas just rapping cause like
Why not?
Golf boys, ayo

I tip tip tip tiptoe in this b***h
Everybody got opinions every got tips
Tell them twitter finger niggas they can cancel my d**k hmm
I tip tip tip tip toe in this hoe
Somebody tell the devil that im knocking at the door

In my mansion, n***a, salsa dancing n***a
Smile on my face, Im so handsome n***a
I was edgy, n***a, now its fetti
I get my backyard? Oh thats the Getty
N***a, I was in the garden couldn’t fathom
It was snakes in the grass but i couldn’t grab ’em
Focus on the eve nah i was focused the green
In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam
Lemme tell ya I got dreams to sell ya
Cause yall reek of backwoods and some future failures
We was working deals out finalizing hurdles
Yall was out in paris d**k riding Virgil
Hope them insta photos kept you cool in coach
Clout yeah, oh you out here?
Oh you network, where’s your self worth?
You niggas d**k ride till your neck hurt
But n***a we ok
Boy better know BBK
You want war then im GI JOE
You get cooked n***a BBQ
I diplo and go MIA
And skate off like a T.I role
Niggas pretend to be bosses
You signed a 360 you lost it
That 400 for the exhaust mean with walk
Tell them black youth, to just be
Tell them never stop!
Yeah we all moving, but you ain’t gotta put us in box
We can paint we can, make, whatever
We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy whatever
Movie setta you chose just try to do better
And dont let em stretch you too thin new leather

Tip tip tip tiptoe in this b***h
I tip tip tip tip run it, run it, run it, run it

666 when we bag em hmmmm
Yall ain’t even know about the madam, hmmm
You can get the packet with the atoms, boom
Summer just got a lil heater, yeah
Flower boy gold no gimmicks, i joke
And i ain’t have to f**k akadimiks to post
No radio play like once, or so
No single video went viral, i know
Swear yall got the keys i play piano stop
N***a im the ammo in the Glock
Church pants sandles with the socks
U niggas done you better get the mop
No violence
Curly hair bound to
Incredible with commas, I
Make it stretch violets mama, and
I go dash in handmade ones the
Neck frozone like papas partner
Incredible with commas, i
Make it stretch violets mama, and
I go dash in handmade ones the
Neck frozone like papas partner n***a

Runnin’ in that b***h
In the bottom of that b***h
Had the doubles in the b***h
Double O, double O, double T
I was in a meeting, f*****g with me
I ain’t say nothing this off the top of the dome
Shoutout Carti.
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Tiptoe - Tyler the Creator
Tiptoe - Tyler the Creator