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ji beats - drippin’ flava lyrics

(idea comin’ for the 808)
hoe i don’t like broke b+tches, b+tch i need a payment
if the b+tch got two feet, then the b+tch can hit the pavement
if the b+tch ain’t got sh+t for me, the b+tch is leaving faceless
drippin’ flava on a b+tch, lil hoe, come and taste this

why the f+ck would i want this b+tch? the lil b+tch is basic
slapped the b+tch across the face, she got drool up on my mason’s
my n+gga giving out testers, so the junkies come and taste this
mix the track 1 with the track 2, i gotta copy paste it, huh

b+tch i gotta copy paste it
d+mn near got kicked up out the club, i’m way too wasted
i can tell this n+gga sippin’ fake drank, i cannot taste it
d+mn near beat the f+ck outta a n+gga, i left him faceless, huh
my b+tch said i’m actin’ ruthless
sippin raw drank everyday, it d+mn near left me toothless
ion trust these n+ggas so you know i gotta ride with two sticks
dropped the top, now it’s roofless
i’m riding ’round with two b+tches

i’m riding ’round three b+tches
matter of fact, it’s four b+tches
ptsd so i gotta keep the 4+nicky
i got anything you need, sh+t i even got that woah vicky
police pulled me out the car, sh+t i think they found the bl!cky, huh
god d+mn, b+tch you know i’m stashed up
heard yo chain got took, why you lookin’ mad at us?
i’m finna grab some new cash, b+tch, you finna grab the bus
my b+tch ass so fat, when she walk, i smack her b+tt
n+gga i saw your new girl, b+tch, i’m finna sn+tch her up
but i just want what’s in her purse, then i’m finna add it up
i ain’t think the b+tch know, and i ain’t think i had enough
i had to lie to the b+tch, i told the b+tch i wanna f+ck
i ain’t even want the b+tch, i want whatever’s in her purse
saw these n+ggas backstab me, b+tch, i’m finna do em worse
these n+ggas got my name in they mouth, i guess they want a verse
you better keep my name out your mouth before you get a he+rs+, huh

b+tch before you get a he+rs+
liu kang kicked the b+tch out my face, she tryna flirt
d+mn these hoes ain’t sh+t, so i know these b+tches worth
this b+tch is too fanned out, want me to sign up on her shirt
i want what’s in ya b+tch pockets, i ain’t want what’s in her skirt
i ain’t f+ckin’ with these n+ggas cuz most these n+ggas nerds
i can get a check on the 1st, 2nd & the 3rd
i can sell anything
i can sell some dirt up to the earth

hoe i don’t like broke b+tches, b+tch i need a payment
if the b+tch got two feet, then the b+tch can hit the pavement
if the b+tch ain’t got sh+t for me, the b+tch is leaving faceless
drippin’ flava on a b+tch, lil hoe, come and taste this

- ji beats lyrics

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