Grip (Remix)

[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 RT [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...) RT