Chords for Tip Toe

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[Gm] Oh, yeah
_ I
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Am writing letters to a bitch that ain't thinking bout me
But I'm a pimp man
So [Bb] I'm a sharpen up my tools and bounce back
Cause that bitch lips [G] so big, she had [Bb] to invent a spray
So hey, fuck [C] that, you know that player had [Eb] one pimp bone in his body
That's funny, I [Cm] can't get way to get my money
In a real way
Hey [Bb] Mr.
Pimp player, Max Superior
He driving that pussy like [B] pink Cadillac
With some [Cm] of that jack off nut colored interior
Baby don't cry, I know he trippin'
[Gm] But you were the winner, now I'm a hood of [C] my Cadillac
And he will suck my panties up on my antenna
Hold on, hold on, here we go
Chiptune, chiptune, chiptune
Yeah baby, hold on
Here we go
Chiptune, chiptune, chiptune
[Bb] Hold on
Here we go
[C] Chiptune, chiptune, [Bb] chiptune Hold [C] on
[Gm] Here we go
[Bb] _ Yeah, _ it's Mr.
Quick
Tell me, who did you expect?
I'm back with [B] Sugar Free and [C] High C for all respect
[Bb] Cause I've been doing this shit [Gm] for years
And still impressing, trying to get what you owe [C] me
Nothing more, nothing less, cause in my black Lex I rose [Eb] from county to county
City to city, [C] looking for the dark [Eb] honeysuckle brown round titties
And bitches, y'all can't play or take me for [Gm] a trip
Because I speak [Eb] softly, but Gary's a big old shit
And um, I'm like the [Gm] bitches
That ain't [B] scared to use [Eb] their hands
_ I'm like [Bb] the bitches
That'll get naked [C] in the back of the van
Yeah, you see I page you [Bb] like I'm Major
You bitches steadily getting over on them niggas that done paged you
[Eb] But then I just fire up my new port and look at you stupid
And you know I'm a real nigga
_ _ I'm not gonna tip toe your [C] ass, I'm out
If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
_ _ If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
_ If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
_ If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
I bet you [Eb] recognize me
I'm not the head steak, I'm Mr.
H [B]-I-C
[Bb] Tip toe, but don't you run
Cause me and my dog [Gm] be chilling in the tree
DJ [Eb] quick black tone, this shit go free
Now tell me what you want, [Bb] baby, what you need
I slap me to [B] a free
And [Gm] make the whole nose bleed
Cause bitches like you [Bb] smoke up all of weed
And ain't giving a shit with your nappy wig
So you know like you [Gm] can shake my spot
Or suck [B] my dick
[Gm] Till you taste some snot
Nah, it don't stop
We stays on top
And bust [Eb] like a motherfucking faux pas shot
Fuck what you got
[Bb] I'ma ride and swerve with my caked man
[C] I hate it [Gm] when I scratch [Eb] the curve
Just slam the door when the hoe
Try [Bb] to hurt me, goddamn, [Eb] hold up
Bitch, you trying to hurt [C] me
If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
If we got _ no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
If we got no tip toe, let the chiropractor run
If we [N] got no tip toe, let the chiropractory run
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