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dreezy - rip aretha lyrics

[intro]
yo yo, yo yo, yo yo
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
big dreez
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
ayy, in y’all wallet like lemony snicket
i don’t f-ck with cuz but the work was a ticket
popped off the tag and i can’t even fit it
i’m smoking on loud so i probably don’t hear you (shhh)
make a n-gg- say my name when he in it
i married his will but i’m not jada pinkett
i’m counting up, counting up, it’s finger lickin’
you know i’ma eat, i don’t need no utensils (eat it up)
i get attention, he need ritalin
rollie my wrist, i can’t f-ck with no minute man
og diet, body looking like cinnamon
i’m the n-gg- and these n-gg-s be feminine
i’m smoking on g in a tesla (yes)
treat the world like it’s my b-tch, better not touch her
pretty little b-tch, i might f-ck round and bust ya
n-gg-s know i get my coin like an usher
tweak with the gang, you ain’t big enough
won’t give a f-ck if a b-tch ain’t feeling us (what the f-ck, b-tch?)
kicking that hoe out my section
ain’t throwing no bread if them strippers ain’t thick enough
can’t let ’em pipe, had to tell ’em just give it up
n-gg- stay he still wanna lick it up
i don’t care if i’m that benz truck
i’m still hit my plug like, “n-gg-, come fill it up” (gas)

[chorus]
franklins, aretha (rest up)
two seat, at least (gone)
ice on anemic (froze)
you ain’t eating, bulimic
rollie on, ain’t got no time for a b-tch (who?)
gotta remind me a b-tch (big dreez)
dripping on fan in this sh-t
if i want it, he gon’ buy me this sh-t (spin this sh-t)
franklins, aretha (that rat)
two seat, at least (skrrt)
ice on anemic
you ain’t eating, bulimic
rollie on, ain’t got no time for a b-tch (what?)
gotta remind me a b-tch (big dreez)
dripping on fan in this sh-t
if i want it, he gon’ buy me this sh-t (spin this sh-t)

[verse 2]
checked your resume and you ain’t official
a knock-off hoe subst-tuting the teacher (who the f-ck is that b-tch?)
heard you sent for me but ain’t want a mission
put paper on you, b-tch, you don’t want a extra
b-tch, you just running in circles (silly -ss)
y’all should come up when i search you (who is this?)
i’m on your screen, no commercial (i’m live)
he kissing me, say i’m a hershey
we fully loaded (skrrt), body built like coca-cola
i’m repping the game, no controller
can’t put my line in your motorola
i’m got some lil t-tties, don’t need a bra
no b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout the blogs
ooh yeah, bluffed as f-ck
faded up, look like i’m smoking a log (smoking, yeah)
choking in front
i walk in the venue and i’m throwing up money (yeah)
done with y’all hoes
i’m duffing ’em off like i’m flicking a blunt (yeah)

[pre-chorus]
stone hard, knievel (flex it)
rat hoes, policing (flex)
on fire, a phoenix (yeah yeah yeah)
true sh-t, bulimic (ayy)

[chorus]
franklins, aretha (rest up)
two seat, at least (gone)
ice on anemic (froze)
you ain’t eating, bulimic
rollie on, ain’t got no time for a b-tch (who?)
gotta remind me a b-tch (big dreez)
dripping on fan in this sh-t
if i want it, he gon’ buy me this sh-t (spin this sh-t)
franklins, aretha
two seat, at least (skrrt)
ice on anemic
you ain’t eating, bulimic
rollie on, ain’t got no time for a b-tch (what?)
gotta remind me a b-tch (big dreez)
tripping on fan in this sh-t
if i want it, he gon’ buy me this sh-t (spin this sh-t)

- dreezy lyrics

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