My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Ok, Put your helmet on little boy, You ready to hit that field
Stand on business, Yeah little boy, You totting Glocks for real
I can't save your problems ho, You better chase Dr Phil
If I tell that thot to jump, You bet she jump for real
I'm chasing a mil, I'm chasing a mil ticket
I'm missing the perc, Withdraw got me itching
Took it out the lot, Got that ho vanilla dipped it
Chasing after guap, Trying to f*ck London Tipton
I got me a thot, She taking my pants off
He is not like I, I'm a big boss
You going to need god to get what these Ricks cost
I got me a squad, We going to land on him
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Tzodiac - London Tipton Lyrics
Tzodiac - London Tipton Lyrics
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My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Ok, Put your helmet on little boy, You ready to hit that field
Stand on business, Yeah little boy, You totting Glocks for real
I can't save your problems ho, You better chase Dr Phil
If I tell that thot to jump, You bet she jump for real
I'm chasing a mil, I'm chasing a mil ticket
I'm missing the perc, Withdraw got me itching
Took it out the lot, Got that ho vanilla dipped it
Chasing after guap, Trying to f*ck London Tipton
I got me a thot, She taking my pants off
He is not like I, I'm a big boss
You going to need god to get what these Ricks cost
I got me a squad, We going to land on him
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Ok, Put your helmet on little boy, You ready to hit that field
Stand on business, Yeah little boy, You totting Glocks for real
I can't save your problems ho, You better chase Dr Phil
If I tell that thot to jump, You bet she jump for real
I'm chasing a mil, I'm chasing a mil ticket
I'm missing the perc, Withdraw got me itching
Took it out the lot, Got that ho vanilla dipped it
Chasing after guap, Trying to f*ck London Tipton
I got me a thot, She taking my pants off
He is not like I, I'm a big boss
You going to need god to get what these Ricks cost
I got me a squad, We going to land on him
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
My nigga ready to
Oh, My nigga ready to
Writer: Na'Jee Mackey, Paul Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid