iamhill - Tips Lyrics

Well he's like
Sit down, it's about to get heavy
I'm like
Yeah, I'm the poster child, daddy
And he's like
Well, if you can't breathe, tell me
I'm like
Yeah? Whatcha gonna do? Kill me?
Dead

Tell me, tell me again
How you like my legs
Wrapped around your neck
(All the better to choke you with, my dear!)
Tell me, tell me again
How you like my eyes
Turning into yours
(All the better to drill you with-)

Gimme some tips
Just the tips
Gimme some tips
Just the tips

Well he's like
Sit down, it's about to get heavy
I'm like
Yeah, I'm the poster child, daddy
And he's like
Well, if you can't breathe, tell me
I'm like
Yeah? Whatcha gonna do? Kill me?
Dead

Tell me, tell me again
How you like my mouth
Wrapped around your dick
(All the better to bite you with, my dear!)
Tell me, tell me again
How you like my nails
Until they break the skin

(Tell me like I don't know)
You're so cute when you patronize me
You like to talk down but you can't get up
And when you tell me you gon' supersize me
It's all small fries and sippy cups

Well he's like
Sit down, it's about to get heavy
I'm like
Yeah, I'm the poster child, daddy
And he's like
Well, if you can't breathe, tell me
I'm like
Yeah? Whatcha gonna do? Kill me?
Dead