Veteran
2021 · album
Tipzy - made it lyrics
Artist: Tipzy
album: wait's almost over
I made it out the mud and they went undercover
I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now
I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it
No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy
It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands
I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me
Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah
Whipping a new whip this shit an Audi used to be driving a Camry
Bumping my music cause I am a star but you wish that we had a family
Miss me again you telling your friends but they do not understand
They know I'm going to cheat and lie again
I'm spending your wardrobe while your bf plays war zone
20, 20 on a pair of pants, you on your telephone
You see me like holograph, I run it then run it back
I make it then make it back
You cheat hide the evidence,
You do it for presidents yeah
I made it out the mud and they went undercover
I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now
I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it
No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy
It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands
I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me
Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah
When they hitting the gym they hitting the bench
I been known her and her friend
When she hurting she'll call me again
One thing I learned from the gutter is no one going to care when you down
Focus on a bag couldn't peep a bitch, only way to get riches
Only way to get bread I'm swapping through body's like Ben 10
I'm hitting that bitch and her best friend
You asking a lot don't do questions
You hit me then you hit the team ts ts they running through the scene
I like you but I love me
10'10'10'10' shits supreme
You don't know me
I made it out the mud and they went undercover
I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now
I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it
No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy
It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands
I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me
Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah
I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now
I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it
No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy
It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands
I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me
Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah
Whipping a new whip this shit an Audi used to be driving a Camry
Bumping my music cause I am a star but you wish that we had a family
Miss me again you telling your friends but they do not understand
They know I'm going to cheat and lie again
I'm spending your wardrobe while your bf plays war zone
20, 20 on a pair of pants, you on your telephone
You see me like holograph, I run it then run it back
I make it then make it back
You cheat hide the evidence,
You do it for presidents yeah
I made it out the mud and they went undercover
I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now
I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it
No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy
It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands
I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me
Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah
When they hitting the gym they hitting the bench
I been known her and her friend
When she hurting she'll call me again
One thing I learned from the gutter is no one going to care when you down
Focus on a bag couldn't peep a bitch, only way to get riches
Only way to get bread I'm swapping through body's like Ben 10
I'm hitting that bitch and her best friend
You asking a lot don't do questions
You hit me then you hit the team ts ts they running through the scene
I like you but I love me
10'10'10'10' shits supreme
You don't know me
I made it out the mud and they went undercover
I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now
I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it
No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy
It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands
I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me
Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah
