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fuego dre - drippin' lyrics

[intro]
b-tch
(ocean)
fuego
wata walt
walt p-ss me the blunt
i got you homie
straight kush, it’s ova for you
b-tch, bow bow bow bow bow

[verse 1: fuego dre]
it’s d and wata walt on the beat
when you see us, we gon’ be drippin in the streets in the heat, while you’re in your room beatin’ up your meat
going 10 rounds with muhammad ali
b-tch we drippin, we not tryna keep it neat
mostly do it for the green, but always do it for the team
always making sure all the homies eat
but we not done yet
tired of all you p-ssy -ss n-ggas tryna (?)
better make that guap so you can send in all your best
cause me and wata walt bout to take a trip to the vet
had to collab with my n-gga
only with the day ones
bout to open up this vault

[bridge: fuego dre]
we know you hoes mad, but try to tone down on the salt
cause it really ain’t my fault
we never been about gettin’ caught
tried to buy that b-tch, but she was already bought
all my n-ggas just tryna ball (hoe)

[hook: fuego dre & (wata walt)]
b-tch, i’m drippin’ (drip)
b-tch, i’m drippin’ (drip)
b-tch, i’m drippin’ (drip)
b-tch, kung fu kenny (ah)
b-tch, i’m drippin (drip)
b-tch, i’m drippin (drip)
hoe (drip)
luke boy remy (ahh, ahh, ahh)

[verse 2: wata walt]
it’s me and fuego on the beat
spittin’ heat, all these rappers sound weak
my boys on fleek, this a sneak peek
we have yet to reach a peak
these rappers can’t compete
i’m the realest in the fleet
yeah, you know i’m drippin’
you know i’m sippin’
why these girls always be trippin’
i’m bout to end y’all career
i gotta say better luck next year
catch me on the football field (yeah)
when i’m runnin’ catch you in my rear view mirror
i’m the hardest walt y’all shouldn’t even be here
but i stay on my grind, till it’s my time to shine
i only talk to dimes, y’all h-lla fine
but i waste my time, y’all always on my mind
this rap game all mine (yeah)

[bridge 2: fuego dre & wata walt]
ohh we k!lled that
h-ll yeah wata walt, these n-ggas wasn’t ready
nah they weren’t, bouta hit em wit it
bow bow bow bow bow
rip to you n-ggas
gang

[outro: fuego dre]
you hoes mad, but try to tone down on the salt
cause it really ain’t my fault
we never been about gettin’ caught
tried to buy that b-tch, but she was already bought

- fuego dre lyrics

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