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Drip Here Lyrics - Artist : Lil Gotit
Her baby...

Let's go!

Big racks on me, I'm talkin' 'bout deal on white
My shooter, they shoot shit like everyday
'Bout hood, baby, they gon' fuck up the place
Pop a head and we be on till the next day
If I'm gon' bum my wife somethin' down, make somethin' shake
Wipe down the Benz, fuck her friend
She gon' eat it 'cause I win
Her ten but I'm on my ten
I'm so high through the Cartier lean
Boy, you broke, better gain
Pullin' out lean, eatin' all your shit
Check, clear, walk in lick
It ain't nothin' to get you hit
Let's wear it, take it there
Big dog, whole bear
Drip here, hoes there
Off the PJ, hit the lair
Diamond got shine, shine the lair
They blind you up, oh, yeah, they stare

Really ain't she holdin' down from the four
Lil' Jeezy, my big head bang around
Got 'em out a ten, they look like low
I'm stiff on that bitch like a afro
One new year of maulin'
I'm perked up because they callin'
That bitch so bad, no stallin'
Got ran in like a law in

We roll with the plugs, no cork
I'm havin' thousands 'cause of no share
I'm fast, stylist had no shirt
Three hunnid, the clip, not talkin' dirt
That wood and when she in we smokin' purp
That glizzy gon' stuff and put you on a shirt
I'm snatchin' your grey hair, yeah, they learn
And yeah, I'm the bad man and they swerve
And baby gon' make her way, Birkin
Dig at it, they on the nerve
Like a mine, they wait with a smirk
They shine the Wraith with a curtain
Beatin' that ass with turban
I go through the money not learnin' it
I caught the ting out the merchandise
Juke killers, they got 'nother one

Big racks on me
I'm talkin' 'bout deal on white
My shooter, they shoot shit like everyday
'Bout hood, baby, they gon' fuck up the place
Pop a head and we be on till the next day
If I'm gon' bum my wife somethin' down, make somethin' shake
Wipe down the Benz, fuck her friend
She gon' eat it 'cause I win
Her ten but I'm on my ten
I'm so high through the Cartier lean
Boy, you broke, better gain
Pullin' out lean, eatin' all your shit
Check, clear, walk in lick
It ain't nothin' to get you hit
Let's wear it, take it there
Big dog, whole bear
Drip here, hoes there
Off the PJ, hit the lair
Diamond got shine, shine the lair
They blind you up, oh, yeah, they stare

Off the ground, in the air
Make a bitch (Woo) Rick flair
Pop my shit, fuck who care
Antisocial, please don't stare
They can't charge us, sound like a bear
Got me shinin', look at the glare
Keepin' it light, you can't compare
You say that I'm broke to wear
Drag out a hunnid round drone with clue
Just lonely nigga, that's stick
Walkin' round town with big bank roll
Turn to a guy to a lil' lick
Ain't cuffin' no ash and ain't cuffin' no thot
Hell naw, ain't cuffin' no bitch
You broke, lie on your bitch
Got a few band, lil' nigga, I'm lit

Big racks on me
I'm talkin' 'bout deal on white
My shooter, they shoot shit like everyday
'Bout hood, baby, they gon' fuck up the place
Pop a head and we be on till the next day
If I'm gon' bum my wife somethin' down, make somethin' shake
Wipe down the Benz, fuck her friend
She gon' eat it 'cause I win
Her ten but I'm on my ten
I'm so high through the Cartier lean
Boy, you broke, better gain
Pullin' out lean, eatin' all your shit
Check, clear, walk in lick
It ain't nothin' to get you hit
Let's wear it, take it there
Big dog, whole bear
Drip here, hoes there
Off the PJ, hit the lair
Diamond got shine, shine the lair
They blind you up, oh, yeah, they stare

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