Correction Paroles Tap In (Remix) (Official Clean Version) par Post Malone

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Don't ever stop if you wanna be on top, yeah (Remix)

Lil' waist, fat-fat, baby, tap in (Oh, I'ma tap in for sure)
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta' tap in (Oh, I'ma tap in, I'ma tap in)
Tap, tap, tap in
Gettin' money, get rich, baby, tap in (I'll let you hold a couple dollars, I ain't trippin')
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta' tap in (Go, Yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
She want a ***** that rap (Yeah)
She want him to give up the sack
I like them ghetto-*** bougie ****** (Let's go)
The ones that wear the sundress
'Cause she got a big ol' booty in it (Let's go)
Hold on, I ain't done yet (Yeah)
I like to **** her 'til she tap out (Go)
Gon' tell your *** to tap in (Go)
Lil' baddie ***** from Cali
Throw up Westsidе like Mack 10 (West)
Yeah, I know thеy call you "Baby" (Go)
Yeah, I know you think you lit
But you wanna ****? You gotta pay me (Uh-uh)
Told her, "Uh-uh, must be crazy" (No go)
I don't want none if she basic (No)
This rich-
Get lucky if she taste it (Ha, for real, let's go)
Pretty skin, pretty feet, and she kinda thick (Go)
Like to talk her **** while she bouncing on the...
Do it on the ****, girl, she look me in my eyes
When she do it, she a big girl (Ooh), I might have to tap in
I love that she a freak, the type to pull it out
And eat it in the driveway while I back in
With that...

Lil' waist, fat-fat, baby, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancing on your neck, betta' tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Gettin' money, get rich, baby, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang, betta' tap in
Tap, tap, tap in

Flex so hard, man, I should be rocking Tapout (Ooh)
But I'm Tom Ford-down, I'm a standout (Wow)
Grab a mag, tap it in, I'm finna clap out
.300 blackout, blow your ******* back out
Ain't never seen XP in they life
One-five gone, spend it all on the ride (All on the ride)
Only fit two, but they all got inside (All got inside)
Damn, I bit the curb, I got smoke in my eye (Smoke in my eye)
Hit that gas, don't tease me (Mm)
Get my money fast but don't keep it (Mm)
Hundred thousand thrown, **** easy (Mm)
Diamonds on me dance, Chris Breezy (Mm)

Wrist on glitter (Ayy), waist on thinner (Ayy)
I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure-figure (Hoo)
Face on 'zaddy (Sheesh), pockets on Jigga (Hoo)
You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder (Phew)
Private villa and the fur chinchilla (Ha)
When he post me, all the (ha) get sicker (Blah)
Boy killer, I don't need fillers (Nope)
Never been a lame, so the real chicks feel it (Yeah)
Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
End up on the Dateline, ugh-ugh-ugh (mwah)
Rich with no day job, *****, get your wop, wop
Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh
B-B-Billionaire boys wanna *** me ***
I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
All these lame little rappers tryna (uh) for clout (Hmm)
I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth

I just crossed over to Top 40
I can't even say "What's poppin'?" now, 'cause it got corny
Jeweler just hit me, said he got some new rocks for me
When they asked me to do this verse, know I got horny (Ooh, ooh)
I know I can count on my shorty
She'll go the extra mile, over the top for me
I ain't at the club, I'm in the house, but I'm not Cory
It's a Victorian, they built it with five stories (There's five of them, mm)
Ayy, shout-out to Saweetie (Saweetie)
These boys working with the LMPD (Mm)
Back in seventh grade, I was selling CD's
I can tell they want for me to help them be me, okay (I can't, I can't)
Okay, tap, tap, tap in (Tap, tap, tap in)
Woo, buckle up, get strapped in (Strapped in, strapped in)
She said my voice is attractive (Attractive)
Baby, that's a Kentucky accent

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