[Baby Tate]
Hey, call your BM, tell her you don't wanna see her no more
You found some tighter coochie out here in the streets with the hoes
On God
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[Verse - Royal Tee]
This type of grip, had me trying to leave the tip in
Gotta keep my posture, fucking in some big Timbs
Style on'em baby, you could be my London Tipton
You smell mad good I think it’s Clive Christian
You know, just the other day I linked up with Tate
She talking into my ear, she said it’s sticky like tape
Wanna see her make it pop like sparklers and a cake
Been blew the candles out, it’s wax all on the cake (Blow)
This shit make you pull my damn chains
Heads down babe and watch the bat swing (Batter up)
She so evil, think she doing kegels
Wet the block up, Poland Spring can't see you
We the bomb yeah, TNT
Get on your back, straight DDT
Make a movie, straight DVD
Feel like a daydream when I heard heard her sing, Tee:

[HOOK]
Wait 'til you feel this grip (Haha) (That shit so good)
Wait 'til you feel this grip (That shit so good)
(Royal Tee, Baby Tate and Royal Tee)
Lil' daddy, mm, wait 'til you feel this grip (Yeah)
Wait 'til you feel this grip (I like that)
Lil' daddy, mm, wait 'til you feel this grip (Wait)
Wait till you feel this grip (I like that)
(Royal Tee, Baby Tate and Royal Tee)
Lil' daddy, mm, wait 'til you feel this grip
(That shit so...)
It ain't never been tight like this
(That shit so...)
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