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drippy’dee – aye bad bitch! lyrics

[intro]
polo boy shawty on the track, so i am k!llin’ it

[chorus]
aye bad b-tch, please come over
when we f-cked, yeah, we were sober
ah, pull up in range rover
where we goin’? we goin’ all over
yeah, call me dora the explorer
sellin’ drugs all over the globe, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

[verse 1]
yo, bad b-tch? yes, come over
when we f-ck, please don’t fall over
if we f-ck then it’s all over
want no love and no share holder
d-ck be harder than a bolder
burn ’em up like it’s the solar system
p-ssy n-gg- please stop trippin’
hit a n-gg- once, after that, not missin’, leave a n-gg- missin’
got your b-tch kissin’ all on my d-ck, now it’s drippin’
shoot ’em good, like it’s scottie pippen
nah, came in really heavy with a mac-11
send your -ss to heaven, shoot a smith & wesson
better bring protection ’cause i shoot like [?]
rip you like a letter, pray that i don’t catch you
if a n-gg- catch you, then you gon’ die, b-tch

[verse 2]
i got drugs, i got c-ke
i got lean, i got weed
i got molly, i got lean
promethazine, up in your dreams
hit ’em with beams, poppin’ them beans
pull up the scenes, hit ’em with one, hit ’em with three
hit ’em for fun, hit ’em with guns
make his -ss run, b-tch, i ain’t done
i’ma keep goin’, i’ma keep flowin’
[?], like it’s snowin’, choppa will mow ’em
takin’ yo’ chain, b-tch, they stolen
all of my diamonds, they frozen
keep it a hunnid’, no hoein’
fakin’ -ss n-gg-s, y’all clonin’
takin’ my style, but i own it
fake sh-t be showin’
after the track, bet, i’m blowin’

[verse 3]
in the kitchen, fryin’ chicken
good lean, what i’m sippin’
pop a percy, go bezerky
f-ck her hard, know she hurtin’, (pause)
f-ckin’ with a white b-tch
rollie on my right wrist
arabic n-gg-, i affiliate with isis
i barely even write sh-t, i ain’t even write this
hurry up and put the purple in my d-mn sprite, b-tch, (whoo!)
hundred round out the k’, boy, that sh-t’ll leave you layin’, n-gg-
talkin’ all that sh-t, what in the world is you sayin’?
watch the n-gg- run as i get the gun and get to sprayin’, n-gg-
pull up on the kid and this k’ gon’ [?]
can’t fit in the car cause the k’ too big
n-gg-, keep talkin’ sh-t, boy, your brain gon’ flip
buck a n-gg- chain, then dip

- drippydee lyrics

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