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sauce walka - waterfall drip lyrics

[intro]
drip!
oh wee!
don’t drink out my drank, fool!

[chorus]
this 8 in my cup is too muddy (too muddy)
red on my clothes, i’m bl–dy (suwoo!)
i break the b-tch for blue hunnids (blue hunnids)
i cannot drip witchu’ dummies (you dummies)
i keep two clips for dummies (two clips for dummies)
she all on my drip, she love me (my drip, she love me)
waterfall drip, i’m flooded, i’m flooded (flooded)
waterfall drip, i’m floodin’ (i’m flooded)
waterfall drip, i’m flooded (drip!)
waterfall drip, i’m floodin’, waterfall drip (woo!)
there’s eight in my cup it’s too muddy (too muddy!)
red on my clothes, i’m bl–dy (suwoo!)
i break the b-tch for blue hunnids (blue hunnids)
waterfall drip i’m floodin’, i’m flooded (yeah, yeah, ou wee!)

[verse 1]
i’m having choppers afghanistan
i’m wrappin’ bodies like pakistan
i got ar’s in the caravan
i seen a b-tch with a helping hand
i send a b-tch to f-ck up your plans
my b-tches white, them all marilyn’s
they catchin’ plays up in maryland
they bringin’ me all dead presidents
they bringin’ me all-americans
they gon’ go hard for papi
i’m plantin’ seeds, no poppies
i’m banging b’s, what’s poppin
and on the streets i’m poppin’
now the danger’s on the internet
f-ck the referee’s, we gettin’ techs
n-gga, rap about me 30’s to his neck
i just been back with my blood n-ggas
same one’s that came out the mud with us
hurricane harvey flood hittas
i sent the b-tch in the flood, n-gga
[?]
came back, i gave her no hug n-gga
’cause the b-tch was takin’ too long, and forgot to bring the backwoods home

[verse 2]
waterfall drip, i’m flooded
you not my b-tch, you funny
you do not get new money
you is a trick, you ugly
that’s the only way you get a hoe
you tell her stand by the mistletoe
i fire off on a b-tch, like a missile go
hit the drank house, what its hittin for
my sauce has no limit like mr c0ke
you lookin’ for me, b-tch here i go, here i go, here i go
i went to vegas for bankrolls
i got some bodies that’s case closed
my mamacita bring me peso’s
foreign money, yeah we take those
yeah, we want all of the guala
these is raf simmons, no prada’s
i break off strippers and models
i just fix all of they problems
i’m drinkin’ wok out the bottle
you know that ain’t wok in your bottle
whenever i walk they gon’ follow
i make the wave that they ride on
ou wee!

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