Lyrics BLAKE – DRIP
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Blake:
I’m turning into a
Oooh, Oooh
Hopeless, I just leave ’em hopeless
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
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