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linguini bros - b.m.w drip lyrics

[intro: eskry]
e+e+e+e+eskry

[verse 1: gabe da babe]
people think its money that i chase, that’s not the case
i just want a base with my great taste and that fire bmw drip
got them pumas fighting ’em all feeling like sukuna
everyone thinking a hero is yuna yuki man she stinks like dookie
prolly fat, snacks on cookies
all these rappers be rookies
everyone childish like this some fortnite
no ones eyes can get a bite of this bmw drip
[hook: gabe da babe]
yeah, i got the bmw drip
got the puma punchin’ ’em all like sukuna
bmw drip on my feet, man i’m elite
got that bmw drip

[verse 2: gabe da babe]
where’s your plans? man you’re wearing vans
lemme throw some hands
yeah, i got lots of fans
i run lots of clans may not be tan
but i still wield a frying pan with some drip on my feet
no jordans, no wardens
just some bmw drip bro
i got too much dough that not even joe can get this low
just to inspect this drip
lemme blip ’bout my drip
shut yo’ lip, get a grip on reality
you’re filled with mortality, i only got formality
throw hands? it’s a freaking brutality
my raps got universality
people asking me “what’s the legality?”
i said, “depends on your vitality!”

[hook: gabe da babe]
(yeah, i got the b)mw drip
got the puma punchin’ ’em all like sukuna
bmw drip on my feet, man i’m elite
got that bmw drip

[verse 3: gabe da babe]
this is the way that it goes
i’m the one that the label chose
you too crusty like some toes
what are those clothes? not so much money you froze
i strike a pose, all you do is gain some woes
spraying bars with a hose
my rap glows, these bodies i gotta dispose, compose
catching hands and bands
the label demands you make songs
tell ’em you wanna do what you wanna do man
you ain’t know what i’ve been through
i ain’t care ’bout you don’t care if you knew
but your payment is due
last verse healing your needs like a nurse
i don’t curse, i don’t steal any purse
i ain’t speakin’ cap you gonna get a slap
if you decide not to clap
don’t even stay strapped just get wrapped
or you’ll be slapped
man, i just rapped!
now lemme remind you ’bout my

[hook: gabe da babe]
yeah, i got the bmw drip
got the puma punchin’ ’em all like sukuna
bmw drip on my feet, man i’m elite
got that bmw drip
yeah, i got the bmw drip
got the puma punchin’ ’em all like sukuna
bmw drip on my feet, man i’m elite
got that bmw drip

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