Tiptoe Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

[Intro] 

Niggas is just rapping 'cause like 

Why not? 

Golf boys, ayo 

[Chorus] 

I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch 

Everybody got opinions everybody got tips 

Tell them Twitter finger niggas they can cancel my dick, hmm 

I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this hoe 

Somebody tell the devil that I'm knocking at the door 

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[Verse 1] 

Ayo, ayo 

In my mansion, niggas salsa dancing nigga 

Nigga smiling on me face, I'm so handsome nigga 

I was edgy, nigga, now its Fetti 

I get my backyard, oh that's the Getty 

Nigga 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 focus on the green 

In the trees with binoculars, looking for an Adam 

Lemme tell ya, I got dreams to sell ya 

Cause y'all reek of backwoods and some future failures 

We was working deals, out finalizing hurdles 

Y'all was out in Paris dick riding Virgil 

Hope them Insta photos keep you cool in coach 

Clout yeah, oh, you out here? 

Oh, you network, where your self-worth? 

Nigga dick ride 'til your neck hurt 

Nigga we ok, boy better know BBK 

You want war then I'm G.I. Joe 

You get cooked nigga B-B-Q 

I Diplo then go MIA 

Then skate off like a T.I. role 

Niggas pretend to be bosses 

You signed a 360, you lost it 

That's 400 for my exhaust, the mean with the walk 

Now tell the Black Youth, to just be 

Tell them never stop 

Yeah we all moving, but you ain't gotta put us in a box 

We can paint, we can draw, whatever 

We can Lady Bird, we can Baby Boy 

Whatever movie setting you choose 

Just, just try to do better 

And don't let them stretch you too thin, new leather 

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[Bridge] 

I tip-tip-tip-tip toe in this bitch 

I tip-tip-tip-tip toe run it (run it, run it, run it) 

[Verse 2] 

666 when we bag em, hmm 

Y'all don't even know about the madam, hmm 

Y'all can get the packet with the atom, boom 

Summer just got a lil heater, yeah 

Flower Boy gold no gimmicks, I joke 

And I ain't have to fuck a Akademiks to post 

No radio play like once or so 

Y'all swear y'all got the keys 

I play piano, stop 

Nigga, I'm the ammo in the Glock 

Church pants, sandals with the socks 

You niggas done, you better get the mop 

No violence, curly hair bounded at the top 

No violence, ayo 

Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet's mama, ay 

I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, say 

Incredible with commas I, make ya stretch like Violet mama in 

I go Dash and handmade ones the, neck Frozone like papa's partner, nigga 

[Outro] 

Runnin' in that bitch 

At the bottom of the bitch 

Had the doubles in the bitch 

Double O, double O, double T 

I was in a meeting, fucking with me 

I ain't say nothing this off top of the dome 

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