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DRIP Lyrics - Artist : BLAKE
[Blake:]
I'm turning into a Oooh, Oooh Hopeless, I just leave 'em hopeless I just made this bitch disappear hocus pocus Niggas hit it fast so I watch em in slow motion Rapping 'bout that rari, but you better ford focus Haha like haha, I laugh like, haha Sip on some tip, then I puff out this lala Coppin yellow diamonds so my neck be on rasper I look like a rapper, bitch I look more like Allah Niggas better duck, when I pop out the cut You hear the oooof, that's me powering up I done fucked em up, cause a nigga came in clutch She wanna be down with the set like her hut But I look like Rick James the way that I maneuver Teach 'em boys a lesson, like really I'm a tutor Told her fuck with' me for I get back, Larry Spousher Preaching on the beat, got her screaming hallelujah Told yo ass again, I done told your ass already I'm 'bout that mucho, dinero, that fetty That's my love on the fourteenth of February I'd get married to the money but they wouldn't let me I don't hit that tweet button, I just hit the doja I don't hit her up nigga I just bend her over Thought this cough was the side effect of being a smoker But the doctor said on the beat I show symptoms of Ebola Bitches play, man y'all hate I eat beats like I love the taste She got neck, that thing wet I kill the pussy, like head to the vet Bitch I go dumb, I go insane I'm bout to blow, Saddam Hussein My nigga do you, stay in your lane I'm at your head, if you mention my name, oooh Nigga lights out Come swang swang Then, it's nigga lights out (splash drip) Then I drip, I done flipped the script She rode a nigga in his whip (splash drip) Bitch I got the sauce I just got the check nigga I just flipped it off (splash drip, splash drip) I done hit the Dodie I'm just tryna live suite life, Zach and Kodie (splash drip, splash drip) [Mateo Sun:] Coming through this bitch, and my dirty style dripping Foreplaying with his girl And you know that hoe drippin' I lie, I fuck em, then diss em And leave too many thotties in they feelings Pull up in that drop top, I forgot the ceiling Dodi boy spark it up Ain't hearing what you say, cause I don't really give a fuck Been up on my cheddar, that's the shit that buy me lunch And if you ate this weed might just catch a sour punch Swang in my truck, that's the big body ram If your girl want it then the pussy getting rammed 15 hunnid stacks then you roll the rubber bands My niggas pull the choppers out the door of caravans You don't understand How my face is on the mags I'm the man My niggas blowing up like Pakistan Finna order me some xans Put the drugs in my hands You ain't smokin' over here nigga, this is dodi land You can catch these fucking hands I don't really like to fight Matter fact, shawty put another hoe up in the air Rollin D first class When I pull up on that ass In a full gas mask There's a foreign filled with gas And you know I got the pad Got that pad and my blunt filled with diesel That's my shit dirty, dirty And your bitch face, timing with my dick |
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