Tiptoe Stallone - Italy lyrics
rate meI’ma give em a slice but I ain’t sellin pies
If you want a nigga that’s nice, non televised
Medicine for the mind, you can get a dose
Mix it with a blunt of the ganja, I just sit and post
Get the money in stacks, but they ain’t pan cakes
Still got free mixtapes for my fanbase
I hit the track and go ape, you spit monkey bars
My gangsters move, you on a straight path funny garbs
It’s me and mary jane, she my lady friends
I keep a condom on it, to keep the babies in
No realer state, but I’m from the real estate
Feeling like I’m stuck here, I never will escape
Everyday same shit, it’s still at stake
I paint a picture with words, illustrate
This that part where your head get that nod
We only rockin with niggas that get bread with the squad
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We out to get the loot, literally
You not, then you can get the boot, Italy
You don’t think I’m hot, but your boo feeling me
Your favorite rapper I’m in the booth, killing it
In the booth like stuart stop no tour stop
A store stop for short, the whore drawers drop
Married to the game, we was just noodie wedge
Young, dumb, smoking a bomb, doobie heads
I’m from the city where, many niggas die
So I’m posted, just in case, any nigga try
And I bet they get ghosted, when we let em fly
If they suffering, fuck em, we gonn let em die
Headshots left the stops in these dreams on the dash
Used to do this for fun, until we seen all the cash, yeah
I get the job done, I’m clockin in
Ski mask at your door, may I come in
With that burner on you, will you get it poppin then
What’s the next band wagon, that’s humpin in
Yeah, we ain’t giving free rides, and I put that on my last pair of levi’s
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We out to get the loot, literally
You not, then you can get the boot, Italy
You don’t think I’m hot, but your boo feeling me
Your favorite rapper I’m in the booth, killing it.
