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drippy tm - drip lyrics

tm
we move
yeah yeah
drip is my language i always be speakin
she loyal on weekdays but mine on the weekend
i cannot cuff because that girl was tweaking
never wasx scared to just dive in the deep end
got so much drip man my outfit is leaking
yeah i am not tryna hear all that defense

when we be talking let’s focus on offense
i know yo games cuz play em too often
don’t wanna see you come back when i’m popping
walk like a zombie straight out of the coffin
got bruce wayne money so i am not robinn

i was a rapper i knew from the start

toting them choppas they carve out ya heart

diamonds baguettes in paris embarked

my dashboard got autopilot i don’t need to park

she say she wanna pop out for the gang
she giving me throat you n+ggas can’t hang

im higher then mercury where can i land ?

my shooters post up and they wait for command

i stepped on the pedal and let it just rip

my engine came powered v8 it move quick

pinpoint accuracy i never miss

gg in my pack
audemar the wrist

you boys at the bottom i departed too quick

yeah

at a young age i always dreamed about this sh+t
talk down on me you can get hit
look at my neck it’s a freeza
n+ggas down bad turn into a
deal+a
finna blow up like a rocket
james harden
pull up with the drop top
i ain’t walkin
in the lamb doing the dash
n+ggas be capping bout sh+t that they have
moving around with dirt with in my past
all dripped out look at the splash
high like a attic smoking the gas
main focus is get to the bag

me and my gang up next
stingray corvette
im in a jet
i’m straight on they ass
straight on they neck
packing them burners we aim for your chest
my cuban link be sick the way it sweat
get the quwop and invest
all this money n+gga i’m obsessed

mess with the gang gunna be some trouble
look at the belt lv the buckle
got fat check had to go double
get to the bag gucci the duffle

yeah

put down the book pick up the bread
leave all these f+ck n+ggas dead
red dot target we shoot off ya heads
red bottoms my feet whole a lotta red
220 on the dash skirt off the lot
all this grinding sh+t never gunna stop
why your shawty always on my jock
you n+ggas flexing this money we know it’s a prop
stacking up hunnid sh+t is nonstop
you struggling to buy the things i already bought

all this hunnid walk+in out the chase
treat my shawties like queens my birthplace
all this henny dose off to sp+ce
need me millions to stash in the safe

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