Ocean Wisdom – Tiptronic lyrics

[Chorus: Ocean Wisdom]
Tiptronic, Tiptronic
No shit your bitch want it
No stall, No stall
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet
How you want it, how you want it?
Like a lot of mandem want it
No stall, no stall
Had to get it like we plottin’

Tiptronic, Tiptronic
No shit your bitch want it (Okay)
No stall, No stall
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet
How you want it, how you want it? (how you want dat?)
Like a lot of mandem want it (like a lottery)
No stall, No stall
Had to get it like we plottin’ (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Ocean Wisdom]
Bars tighter than Bugzy’s top
So tight it make a bungee stop
So they pull me over in a white new ting
And they wonder how I got the chunky watch
Ask me how I got the chunky chain
Ask me how I got the funky drop
And I tell dem do your ting, I’ll do mine
Stay in your lane you ain’t touchin' gwop (ha)
Nah they ain’t earnin' still
I got zoots they dared to burn and blow
I got zoots they dared to built and burn
Build and burn, tryna kill my chill
Real cold the way I killed that beat
They kill, overclocked and rebuilt
Ali Way with the alley way, plus the camera can’t see the blood get spilt
I put the pause on a nigga then a draw with the nigga
Wizzy beat this winner
Put him in the boot of the bimma
Chuck him in a river if he endeavor to come hither
But he never bother a brudda, I gone clear
Bae woulda shoulda coulda they didn’t
The don here ain’t you
Singin' and rappin' to buy gear
While I’m puttin my time into ideas and bossy coots


[Chorus: Ocean Wisdom]
Tiptronic, Tiptronic
No shit your bitch want it
No stall, No stall
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet
How you want it, how you want it?
Like a lot of mandem want it
No stall, no stall
Had to get it like we plottin’

Tiptronic, Tiptronic
No shit your bitch want it
No stall, No stall
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet
How you want it, how you want it? (How you want it?)
Like a lot of mandem want it
No stall, No stall
Had to get it like we plottin’ (Ayy)

[Verse 2: P Money]
Man like P
Do you know how many years I been making hits?
One foot through the door, one foot stickin' out
Man’s hoping a pagan slips
I swear to God I couldn’t fake this shit
I ain’t never had a nine to five or a wages slip
I was grindin' my time away
Now I get my son what he want’s, I don’t make him wish (Jheeze!)
If I could help my friends, I did
My closest were makin' trips
With a spare wheel full of–mm-mm, can’t say that shit
Deep down I knew that he hate that shit
I gave man legit advice to make that flip
Now we both got businesses, I’m proud of you G
That’s the realest shit
No rota, it’s a mot-a when a man changes shift
No more gearin' up for war
Man’s gearin' up to four
Man’s overtaking whips
Big Mercedes spaceship from doing numbers in the Matrix
Car after car, man’s got more whips than a dominatrix (Jheeze!)


[Chorus: Ocean Wisdom]
Tiptronic, Tiptronic (Okay)
No shit your bitch want it (Uh-huh)
No stall, No stall (No)
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet (Round here)
How you want it, how you want it? (How you want dat?)
Like a lot of mandem want it (Like a lottery)
No stall, No stall (No stall)
Had to get it like we plottin’

Tiptronic, tiptronic
No shit your bitch want it (Uh-huh)
No stall, No stall
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet (Round here)
How you want it, how you want it? (How you want it?)
Like a lot of mandem want it
No stall, No stall (Not at all)
Had to get it like we plottin’ (Ay)

Tiptronic, Tiptronic (Ay)
No shit your bitch want it (Ay)
No stall, No stall (Ay)
‘Lotta litres in the bonnet (Ay)
How you want it, how you want it? (Ay)
Like a lot of mandem want it (Ay)
No stall, No stall (Ay)
Had to get it like we plottin' (Uh)