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young cali - drip lyrics

(hook)
hop on this beat, feelin like baby, sipping on lean, i don’t go crazy, dripping like gunna, rock out like a stunna, n-gg-s be bogus and b-tches be hoes, countin these racks and they fold like my clothes, rocking designer that’s christian dior, hittin these n-gg-s like 1234
x2

(verse 1)
soon i’ll be rich i’ll be selling out shows, money real blue and i’m countin dem rolls, n-gg-s be trippen they sellin they soul, all just for money guess that’s how it goes, sippin on act and i’m sippin on wok, gettin this money they all up in shock, murder everyday yeah n-gg-s get shot, f-ck a n-gg- up now he really can’t walk and i’m doin my dance and i’m doin my walk and i’m wearin the cuban and it got a lock and the b-tch got a gun now she having some fun yeah, i took your b-tch now she suckin me up, i took your b-tch now now she f-ckin me up, i took your b-tch now she cuddlin up, i took your b-tch then you havin it back cause i really don’t want it i really don’t want it cause i got this money ain’t nothin can stop me ain’t nothin can stop me i’m doin my dance only god can judge me you b-tches ain’t sh-t and you n-gg-s be bogus i’m countin these racks and i call it my focus i’m gettin this bag and it be that money you n-gg-s be funny my diamonds they wet, just like dasani, took a long way to get in my bag, thankful for god i will never go back, streets be the real so i’m keepin the pack, never catch me slippin i’ll never come lack, n-gg-s die gotta stay with the heat, came from them shaqs to designer my feet, used to be broke now it’s gucci on me, used to be broke now it’s louis on me

(verse 2)
f-ckin yo b-tch in a coupe and i’m parkin my whip in the lot ooh, i done came up from a little and i made that sh-t to a lot ooh, n-gg-s be f-ckin yo b-tch and you claiming she isn’t a thot ooh, flooded designer we drippy we hot we talkin bout no f-ckin pot ooh, n-gg-s be fake (what?) like they belt yuh i’m swimmin a race (like who?) michael phelps (splash) you say that you strugglin (huh) b-tch you ain’t ever felt (nah) icy like who? (narco) aye my wrist be on melt (ice)

(chorus)
f-ckin yo b-tch in a coupe and i’m parkin my whip in the lot ooh, i done came up from a little and i made that sh-t to a lot ooh, n-gg-s be f-ckin yo b-tch and you claiming she isn’t a thot ooh, flooded designer we drippy we hot we talkin bout no f-ckin pot yuh aye

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