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yrb papii - drip drop lyrics

(verse 1)
[yrb papii]
i+i+i ain’t f+ckin with you, you a clout chaser
i be makin waves like a pacemaker
i shoot you then call up your b+tch later
bend her over and f+ck on the coffee table
my money skyscr+per, dont f+ck with the haters
your girl always wet like a shot from the lakers
i f+ck her and leave, i run up the paper
go home kick the feet up and turn on the cable
i’m watchin myself on the tv it’s lit!
i stay on the come up, don’t sleep on the kid
stop callin my phone b+tch and get on my d+ck
can’t sweet talk a hoe while i’m whippin the brick
b+tch buss down likе your name thotiana
hoes in my dm. i be hottеr than a sauna
make a couple bands, take a trip to guatemala
got my d+ck up in your b+tch while we layin by the water

(hook)
[mak11]
i just want some diamonds on the wrist watch
me and papii grindin to the tip top

[yrb papii]
i’mma run it up with your b+tch bruh
she suck it so good, take a pitstop
[mak11]
stuntin on these haters. got em p+ssed off
pilin up the paper, gettin rich now

[yrb papii]
she eatin up the d+ck, call it lip lock
put sauce on her titties, that’s drip drop

[mak11]
hoes they be callin, they after my dollas
they stealin my bread and my wallet

[yrb papii]
i’m on the molly and she on my body
but she keep her head in my tommys

[mak11]
yeah i be wylin, might swerve off the highway
i hop out the ghost and then jump on the private

[yrb papii]
like off to an island with your girl and my b+tch
i f+ck on em both and then nut on they eyelids (i’m bussin on em)

(verse 2)
[mak11]
i’m fly with no stylist
my ride got low milage
i’m shinin like diamonds, that’s vvs
i’m high like your pilot
my shine be so vibrant
on grind with my slimes, tryna see me flex
look how he be stressed
boy i know that he broke
i recieve cheques, and i’m smoking this dope
with the team we blessed, i keep pourin up 4’s
i can see she wet, deepstrokin your hoe
god dang man, you lookin like a hobo
hangin on the street like a hooker on the low low
i’m stayin on my feet like i’m cookin up the dope bro
crankin up the heat, bet you couldn’t turn the stove on
where did ya go wrong? i been in this for so long
whippin with the wrist dog until that sh+t is broke off
papii bout to pull out, [??] brought the dope out
drive it like i stole it. gettin toppy from your hoe mouth
(hook)
[mak11]
i just want some diamonds on the wrist watch
me and papii grindin to the tip top

[yrb papii]
i’mma run it up with your b+tch bruh
she suck it so good, take a pitstop

[mak11]
stuntin on these haters. got em p+ssed off
pilin up the paper, gettin rich now

[yrb papii]
she eatin up the d+ck, call it lip lock
put sauce on her titties, that’s drip drop

[mak11]
hoes they be callin, they after my dollas
they stealin my bread and my wallet

[yrb papii]
i’m on the molly and she on my body
but she keep her head in my tommys

[mak11]
yeah i be wylin, might swerve off the highway
i hop out the ghost and then jump on the private
[yrb papii]
like off to an island with your girl and my b+tch
i f+ck on em both and then nut on they eyelids (i’m bussin on em)

- yrb papii lyrics

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