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Tik Tok (feat. BBY Kodie & Louie Koston) Video (MV)






Chief Aleel - Tik Tok (feat. BBY Kodie & Louie Koston) Lyrics
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I don't understand why you hate on me nigga
Show love nigga
It don't cost nothing to show a nigga love
All we doing is getting money
Big body
No small talk
Knocking it out the ball park
2020 for the under dog
But im goin in like an all star
In and out like a drive by
Getting top in the drive thru
I just f*cked me a bad bitch with a bald head like Caillou
Rolling like some heelys down on 59 and south
Yea you talk a lot of shit
But aint gettin no money so close yo mouth
All my plugs be showing love
Im sending stains out to they house
Niggas really think they dope
I hit the booth and spit an ounce
Tippin on foes pokin like bows i gotta settle the score
I do what it do you do what your told like a submissive hoe
Niggas be hoes saying they bros something i already know
Im at the bodega rolling up paper tell me who want the smoke
Tik Tok i got money on the clock
Tik Tok he a wimp not an opp
Tik Tik i gotta flip they gonna flap
Tik Tok he said get'em so we got em
Smoking Bob Marley tripping on that Jimmy Hendrix whole lotta ASAP Yams take it straight to my liver
My optics is on that dolla that fettuccine that gwalla
I'm serving them like a waiter you want tips i give em hollows
You never heard of me, this here's a burglary im killing them with no shred of evidence at the murder scene
On the beat you can't murder me cup precise like a surgery
Im just a young hot spitter all about his currency
Mr pistol popper got the bitches watching i was perfecting my craft you were with some bitches watching
Doctor pimple popper you get mad bitch i get the gwalla and i redistribute and split it with my little potnas
On they head like a kango try to chill but i can't though
Doing shit they can't do and i"m going places they can't go
Mambo mode number eight hoe balling like i was KO
B-E who you wanna be just can't be Louie K hoe
Tik Tok i got money on the clock
Tik Tok he a wimp not an opp
Tik Tik i gotta flip they gonna flap
Tik Tok he said get'em so we got em
Tik Tok i woke up to get this money
Ima shine like the sun i'm still stunting bitch
I went shopping for too long my engine running
You been flexing way too long your end is coming
Tik Tok i woke up to get this cake, pussy niggas weak broke as f*ck i can't relate
I got so dam rich i bought a driveway and lake, and bitch i'm going up elevator shout out Jake
2018 Tesla slide right by you had to skate i don't conversate with hoes get the f*ck up out my face
Tik Tok i need cash just to show up i aint worried bout that bitch i had to glow up
That lil nigga think he me acting so tuff
Tickety Tock i need money when i roll up
Faded hoes bang on the door like they know us but im way too tired i just woke up on the tour bus
Tippin on foes pokin like bows i gotta settle the score
I do what it do you do what your told like a submissive hoe
Niggas be hoes saying they bros something i already know
Im at the bodega rolling up paper tell me who want the smoke
Tik Tok i got money on the clock
Tik Tok he a wimp not an opp
Tik Tik i gotta flip they gonna flap
Tik Tok he said get'em so we got em
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I don't understand why you hate on me nigga
Show love nigga
It don't cost nothing to show a nigga love
All we doing is getting money
Big body
No small talk
Knocking it out the ball park
2020 for the under dog
But im goin in like an all star
In and out like a drive by
Getting top in the drive thru
I just f*cked me a bad bitch with a bald head like Caillou
Rolling like some heelys down on 59 and south
Yea you talk a lot of shit
But aint gettin no money so close yo mouth
All my plugs be showing love
Im sending stains out to they house
Niggas really think they dope
I hit the booth and spit an ounce
Tippin on foes pokin like bows i gotta settle the score
I do what it do you do what your told like a submissive hoe
Niggas be hoes saying they bros something i already know
Im at the bodega rolling up paper tell me who want the smoke
Tik Tok i got money on the clock
Tik Tok he a wimp not an opp
Tik Tik i gotta flip they gonna flap
Tik Tok he said get'em so we got em
Smoking Bob Marley tripping on that Jimmy Hendrix whole lotta ASAP Yams take it straight to my liver
My optics is on that dolla that fettuccine that gwalla
I'm serving them like a waiter you want tips i give em hollows
You never heard of me, this here's a burglary im killing them with no shred of evidence at the murder scene
On the beat you can't murder me cup precise like a surgery
Im just a young hot spitter all about his currency
Mr pistol popper got the bitches watching i was perfecting my craft you were with some bitches watching
Doctor pimple popper you get mad bitch i get the gwalla and i redistribute and split it with my little potnas
On they head like a kango try to chill but i can't though
Doing shit they can't do and i"m going places they can't go
Mambo mode number eight hoe balling like i was KO
B-E who you wanna be just can't be Louie K hoe
Tik Tok i got money on the clock
Tik Tok he a wimp not an opp
Tik Tik i gotta flip they gonna flap
Tik Tok he said get'em so we got em
Tik Tok i woke up to get this money
Ima shine like the sun i'm still stunting bitch
I went shopping for too long my engine running
You been flexing way too long your end is coming
Tik Tok i woke up to get this cake, pussy niggas weak broke as f*ck i can't relate
I got so dam rich i bought a driveway and lake, and bitch i'm going up elevator shout out Jake
2018 Tesla slide right by you had to skate i don't conversate with hoes get the f*ck up out my face
Tik Tok i need cash just to show up i aint worried bout that bitch i had to glow up
That lil nigga think he me acting so tuff
Tickety Tock i need money when i roll up
Faded hoes bang on the door like they know us but im way too tired i just woke up on the tour bus
Tippin on foes pokin like bows i gotta settle the score
I do what it do you do what your told like a submissive hoe
Niggas be hoes saying they bros something i already know
Im at the bodega rolling up paper tell me who want the smoke
Tik Tok i got money on the clock
Tik Tok he a wimp not an opp
Tik Tik i gotta flip they gonna flap
Tik Tok he said get'em so we got em
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Writer: JORDAN BROWN, JUSTUS MERA
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