Sourmouth — Tip My Cap lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Tip My Cap" by Sourmouth.

Lyrics

New Era cap all black
Fitted backwords
No snap back jack i
Am not Chris
The p don’t stand for
The Pittsburgh Pirates
I tip my cap whenever
I see a fly bitch
If she dress with some
Class, i tip my cap to
Her, if she ain’t living
Fast, i tip my cap to
Her, if she don’t play
Games with a man i tip
My cap to her, she gotta
Have manner’s to be
Considered attractive
She gotta have cheese
But can’t be a club rat
Gotta make it through
That maze no dumb ass
The dope game told me
Don’t trust rats, call
Brotha’s chasing that
The average black cat
Don’t want to see your
Thong when you walk
No butt crack, can’t be
Ran more than African’s
Run track, i can’t tip
Stripper’s unless they
Are high class, i tip my
Cap to a woman who
Graduate class, high
Standards i guess, but
Fuck that, it ain’t fun
Wondering where the
Sluts at, the games
Done I’m above 21 man
The games done, call
Me black jack
New Era cap all black
Fitted backwords
No snap back jack i
Am not Chris
The p don’t stand for
The Pittsburgh Pirates
I tip my cap whenever
I see a fly bitch
If she dress with some
Class, i tip my cap to
Her, if she ain’t living
Fast, i tip my cap to
Her, if she don’t play
Games with a man i tip
My cap to her, she gotta
Have manner’s to be
Considered attractive
Nicki Minaj, I’m on that
Lets Menage with
Solange or Beyonce
M.I.A, I’m on that
Come on let us bone
In the paper planes
Mile high club, boss
El Fedro, with a top hat
Got Dinero cheddar
But i cannot act, i like
Snap backs just tired
Of all the remixes, and
Stop comparing me
To Wiz, my lyrics shit
On his, i tip my cap
For respect, a gentleman
From the past, hats off
For me man, I’m that
Respected, but these
Tricks on my dick are
For sure not for kids
No rabbit in the hat
So my hat don’t tip
Bitch
New Era cap all black
Fitted backwords
No snap back jack i
Am not Chris
The p don’t stand for
The Pittsburgh Pirates
I tip my cap whenever
I see a fly bitch
If she dress with some
Class, i tip my cap to
Her, if she ain’t living
Fast, i tip my cap to
Her, if she don’t play
Games with a man i tip
My cap to her, she gotta
Have manner’s to be
Considered attractive
I got my top hat and
A pocket full of medical
Chronic that is edible
Sellable and federal
My top hat reps the p
And that’s forever broo
And that’s fa sho
Would you tip that
Shit i would tip that
Tip it on your head to
The side, like TIP’s caps
Shooting up the charts
Online, like click clack
Got my homie’s on the
Grind, Big Black
Blaaa, my rhymes make
You dance, like tip tap
Atlanta ya A town down
And then stomp, i’ma
Make it bounce like
The seat when the base
Knock, get home and
Round them bases till
She sleep, i speak in
Metaphores
New Era cap all black
Fitted backwords
No snap back jack i
Am not Chris
The p don’t stand for
The Pittsburgh Pirates
I tip my cap whenever
I see a fly bitch