Big Baby Gandhi - All Over These Titties lyrics

[Intro: Chippy Nonstop and Big Baby Gandhi] Yo, yo, Gandhi (Big Baby Gandhi) Ha, swag (Swag) Chippy Nonstop (s** my dick, b**h) Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag (I don't give a f** about you) [Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] Baby from the bottom, Chippy on top Young Chippy Nonstop, nah, Chippy don't stop Story tell guap, call me Pippy Longstock Diddy long bop, got my city on lock Club kinda credit, you can get it with your man's, though Hold my hands slow, steppin' to the dance floor Girls love me, I'm an a**hole If I wasn't, why you rubbing on my pants for? Burn in the venue, hot like volcanoes Still keep the Hindu on top of the table Don't know what I've been through just so I can lay low Tres nouveau if the Gandhi say so Truth be told, clubbing ain't my thing That sh** last night must've been something in my drink Her song come on, she like, "Pumpkin, what you think?" Beat come on, start jumping on my dick [Hook: Chippy Nonstop] Yo, motherf**er, what the f** was your name? I was shaking my a** while you spitting that game All up in the cut, checking, checking that brown Tell the bartender Chippy need another round Can't find your b**h? She in the lost and found Rail her all night 'til she in the dog pound Circle all around me, I'ma need a f**ing crowd This cash in my hand, yeah, I'm f**ing icy You want to be? You want to f**ing wife me? I don't think so, b**h [Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All dogs go to heaven, stay repping On my j-f'ing, ten days I ain't slept in Girls like the way I never swept them Neglect them, spit it to they best friend Best to expect the unexpected Inspector Gadget, ten steps I'm blasted So ahead of my time, I'm sent mixed and mastered Thin chicks that's plastic, fat chicks that's nasty ? pissed and after, them chicks hara**ed us Fat bu*ts, but they never pa** blunts I'm her favorite rapper, hold cash in a bunch Third-favorite beat maker, she don't get to see paper Eighth-favorite blogger, twelfth-favorite muff-diver Eat p**y savage, I'm an eighty-fiver ?, young Benny Lava From ?, spit the blah blah Keep a pretty b**h like Gaga Baby the father, what's up, what's up? [Verse 3: Chippy Nonstop] Racks on racks on motherf**ing racks Rack City never looked the same without Chippy Rubbing money all over these titties You think you can fool me, you think I'm f**ing serious? Nah, motherf**er, I'm just so hilarious Come on, b**h, get it, you know I give it good The 808 bang, we rapping from the hood Chippy's what I bang, playing no games The other b**hes wack, they be acting all the same I come fresh, I come clean, walk out my way Chippy's so chippy, mane, Chippy's so freaky, mane Gandhi that motherf**er playing no games Riding in trains, f**ing in planes I'm higher than a motherf**er, high like a plane I f**ed your b**h the other day, tell me, who's to blame, b**h? Tell me, who's to blame, b**h? [Outro: Chippy Nonstop and Big Baby Gandhi] Yo, Gandhi, you got this Yo, we out Rubbing money all over these titties Rubbing money all over these titties Rubbing money all over (My, my dick) Rubbing money all over (My, my dick) Rubbing money all over these titties Rubbing money all over these titties Rubbing money all over (My, my dick) Rubbing money all over (My, my dick)