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touchmoney cease – drip lyrics

touch money

i mean ya’ll already know how we do man

we walk in the spot

you can see the drip feel the drip

an when the music go down you even hear the drip

let’s get to it

whooop

chorus:
i walk in the spot an they hear the drip
got so much sauce that i barely slipped
got the club fired up aye man we lit
v.i.p all the girls keep asking us can we sit
i walk in the spot an they hear the drip
got so much sauce that i barely slipped
got the club fired up aye man we lit
v.i.p all the girls keep asking us can we sit

verse:
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got the girls in my section playing truth or dare
she said i dare you do us both an cease you can share
you can do us one by one or you can screw a pair
an i ain’t have to force one like the newest airs
i said you know i’m from the hood they be shooting there
all you got to do is move your beer, we can do it here
i ain’t never had a cougar fear
keep the ruger near
chickens in the hood be super weird
with they’re hoops in ears
the she showed up telling me show love
b+tch it works both ways tlc no scrubs
now i’m scratching my head an i’m like aw man
she wasn’t listening to drake this wasn’t part of gods plan
free smoke free smoke
had me weak bro when she deep throat
all she ever wanted was a c note
had the b roll on the tivo
you know my motto all the bad brauds bring them
an we turn this whole club into splash water kingdom
yikes !

verse 2: (rell dolo)
all this sauce no spaghetti
tell them hoes that i’m ready
tell the plug that i’m ready
drop it off when i’m ready
give me wap no fetty
shine me up like prada’s
used to sell mad drinks
no i’m selling out concerts
say my name drop a bomb first peep how i flex on them
make your b+tch buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it hit the next on them
don’t sleep or rest or on them
you ain’t hear the best from them
speaking in a third person
tryna get a yes from them
i ain’t this focused for a ford focus tryna get my momma like oh sh+t
got her own crib, own truck, an she own it she don’t owe sh+t
ric flair with the drip
rick james i’m a pimp
you a morty with no rick
balenciaga on my b+tch
she ain’t get it for her birthday
all we see is verde
kush clouds and i smoke haze
i been high snice like thursday
check the stats like i’m kobe
odd n+gga bumping oldie
turn your b+tch to cannoli
i f+ck her till she call me doly

i mean sure you can sit down ma

you might wanna bring a freind i got my man dolo with me

touch money militia

we got the v.i.p packed man

ya’ll might as well just give us the keys to the club

- touchmoney cease lyrics

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