Saweetie - Tap In (feat. Post Malone, DaBaby & Jack Harlow)

Aug 30, 2020 312

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Saweetie drops a remix for "Tap In" featuring Post Malone, DaBaby & Jack Harlow.

Lyrics

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

Lil' waist, fat ass
Bitch, tap in (Oh, I'ma tap in for sure)
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck
Nigga, tap in (Oh, I'ma tap in, I'ma tap in)
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich
Bitch, tap in, I ain't trippin')
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang
Nigga, tap in (Go, Yeah)
Tap, tap, tap in

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
She want a nigga that rap (Yeah)
She want him to give up the sack
I like them ghetto ass bougie bitches
The ones that wear the sundress
'Cause she got a big ol' booty (Let's go)
Hold on, I ain't done yet (Yeah)
I like to fuck her till she tap out (Go)
Gon' tell yo ass to tap in (Go)
Lil' baddie bitch from Cali
Throw up Westside like Mack 10 (West)
Yeah, I know they call you "Baby" (Go)
Yeah, I know you think you lit
But you wanna fuck? 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 nigga dick
A ho get lucky if she taste it (Uh, for real, let's go)
Pretty skin, pretty feet, and she kinda thick (Go)
Like to talk her shit while she bouncin' on the dick
Do it on the dick 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 ass
Bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Diamonds dancin' on your neck
Nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
Fuck a nigga, get rich
Bitch, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in
M-O-B, Icy Gang
Nigga, tap in
Tap, tap, tap in

Flex so hard, man, I should be rockin' Tampa (Ooh)
But I'm Tom Ford down, I'ma standout (Wow)
Grab a MAC, trap it and I'm finna clap out
.300 blackout, blow your fuckin' back out
I ain't never seen XP like that
One-five gone, spend it all on the ride
Only fit two, but they all got inside
Damn, I bit the curb, I got smoke in my eye
Hit that gas, don't tease
Get my money fast but don't keep it
Hunnid thousand thrown, shit's easy
Diamonds on me dance, Chris Breezy

Wrist on glitter (Ayy)
Waist on thinner (Ayy)
I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga (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 hoes get sicker (Blah)
Fuckboy killer, I don't need fillers (Nope)
Never been a lame so the real bitches feel it (Yeah)
Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine
End up on the Dateline, uh, uh, uh (Bitch)
Rich with no day job, bitch, hit your wop, wop
Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh
B-B-Billionaire niggas wanna eat me out
Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down South
All these lame ass niggas tryna fuck for clout
Hm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth

I just crossed over the 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
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 bitches, mm)
Ayy, shoutout to Saweetie (Saweetie)
These boys working with the LMPD
Back in seventh grade, I was sellin' CD's
I can tell they want from me to help them be me, okay (I can't, I can't)
Okay, tap, tap, tap in (Tap in, tap in)
Buckle up, get strapped in (Strapped in, strapped in)
She said my voice is attractive (Attractive)
Baby, that's a Kentucky accent