boy froot - drippin' trippin' lyrics
[verse 1]
b-tch i might have to whip out my katana blade
end yo whole sh-t like the f-ckin’ bubonic plague
syrup that i sip got me leanin’ all d-mn day
throw a f-ckin’ fit if i don’t get my d-mn way
boy froot in this b-tch, do you hear what the f-ck i say?
don’t give me no lip unless you want to die today
got an ounce to flip, if you want it then i must get paid
some of that purple haze, on the car is candy paint
[hook x2]
drippin’, trippin’
boy froot pimpin’
step up to me you better have the pistol grippin’
got yo b-tch on her knees and now she get to strippin’
and she actin’ like a sleez on my d-ck she l!ckin’
[verse 2]
drippin’ trippin’ bongs i be rippin’
step up to me wrong in yo b-lls i am kickin’
boy froot shot caller you can’t touch me in the kitchen
d-mn right i’m a baller and my food’s finger l!ckin’
i’m the dirtiest mc you ever knew
who’s the flirtiest? thas me, you know it’s froot
i take yo girl then we go up to my bedroom
then i’m gonna hurl cuz i drank too much booze
b-tch
[hook]
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