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sandre - mr. lyrics

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[hook]:
two tone ap drippin on my wrist, yeah
coupe gon’ sp-ceship, b-tches gettin p-ssed, yeah
who gon’ day trip, whippin up a mixture
you know they sip, molly with the mister
two tone ap drippin on my wrist, yeah
coupe gon’ sp-ceship, b-tches gettin p-ssed, yeah
who gon’ day trip, whippin up a mixture
you know they sip, molly with the mister

[verse 1]:
i’m sippin molly with the mister
now im really trippin with the whispers
now im really spinnin like a twister
i’m living bali in the winter
now im really whippin with the drifters
now im really f-ckin with a hipster

ice on my neck, feelin really cold like winter
all the baguettes, they be linkin up like tinder
i get my check, i be drownin out my liver
nice triple sec, keepin it cold so i shiver

my ego is under attack, i need a trip, buy me some drip
she in the back doin crack
she gettin an panic attack, cruise in my whip, look like a ship, swim in the sea to relax

[hook]:
two tone ap drippin on my wrist, yeah
coupe gon’ sp-ceship, b-tches gettin p-ssed, yeah
who gon’ day trip, whippin up a mixture
you know they sip, molly with the mister
two tone ap drippin on my wrist, yeah
coupe gon’ sp-ceship, b-tches gettin p-ssed, yeah
who gon’ day trip, whippin up a mixture
you know they sip, molly with the mister

[verse 2]:
shawty be clappin’ the way that i pipe
b-tches be nappin’ can’t join all the hype
never be lackin’ its always a vibe
b-tches be cappin they tellin the lies
gimme a second just dustin my shoulder
i gotta check in to fly out to boulder
watch where you steppin just keep your composure
i’ll teach you a lesson as soon you get closer

always be rappin they call me the scribe
your b-tch i am tapping but she not my type
grab on her hair pull her head to the sky
she said you f-ck me like no other guy
she saw my watch and she asked what the price
number so big that i counted it twice
she sit on my lap with my hand on her tights
told her its you and me just for the night

lucky as f-ck cuz im wearin a clover
junky will f-ck just to be with a smoker
money go up and ill never be sober
this is too much like im born in october
shorty be shy but im bendin her over
think imma try to make her like a folder
i make her ride me like i was her chauffeur
go to her room and thats me on the poster

fly on a jet but got fear of the height
i am a threat so stay clear of my sight
i see the sweat and it drip on your eye
let make a bet to whose bait will she bite?
she snortin’ a line cuz if not she will tweak
needs about 90 a week
she cannot speak
now she just f-ckin on me
i think ill add to my streak
f-ck like a freak

- sandre lyrics

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