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dripp - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
where the cup at? can i get my cup please?
can i get my cup? (plugg)
litty, litty, woah (b*tch), woah

[pre*chorus]
drip (woah), drip (drip), drip (woah), drip (woah)
drip (woah), drip (woah), drip (let’s get it)
drip (woah), drip (money), drip (woah), drip

[chorus]
n*gga ass bitin’, n*gga ass bitin’, n*gga ass bitin’, n*gga ass bitin’ on that drip
n*gga got pounds in the trap, you can lift up
i got in that field, i couldn’t wait to hit that f*ckin’ turf
i got out of school, i couldn’t wait to grab my f*ckin’ nerf

[verse]
my lil’ partner crazy, he gon’ k!ll you if you take his perc’
real drug*head, real drugs, get the party lit (drugs, drugs)
if you ask him how many he done took, i bet he took ’bout six (took ’bout six)
i got 22, .40 cal in my ruler clip (in my ‘stendo)
i just turned my cup to some ‘meth, this b*tch dirty as sh*t (this b*tch dirty)
i won’t change my drip, won’t get weird, on that rockstar sh*t (i won’t get weird)
rich lifestyle, different lifestyle, poppin’ sh*t (b*tch, i’ma pop it)
sh*t don’t make no sense, you been in the trap since ’96 (oldhead)
i might roll a ganja blunt, i’m on my rasta sh*t (bob marley sh*t)
now i wear my drip once, i ain’t have no pot to p*ss
.40 cal, this b*tch get wicked, finna roll up sticky (roll up zott’)
in your hood, you ain’t got no stats, i just checked the statistics (you ain’t got rebounds)
when i drip, i don’t think ’bout brands, i just drip ballistic (uh, uh)
i just go ballistic (go ballistic), got these b*tches trippin’ (b*tches trippin’)
shootin’ sh*t up, we ain’t missin’, know we work the bl!cky (work the bl!cky)
n*ggas tryna ask me where i got this sh*t from ’cause i be f*ckin’ drippin’ (i be drippin’)
[pre*chorus]
drip, uh, drip, uh, drip, uh, drip, uh
drip, uh, drip, uh, drip, uh, drip (stunning)
drip, uh, drip (money), drip, uh, drip, uh
drip, uh, drip, uh, drip, uh, drip, uh, drip

[chorus]
n*gga bitin’, n*gga bitin’, n*gga bitin’, n*gga bitin’ on that drip
we got pounds in the trap, you can lift up
i got in that field, i couldn’t wait to tear that f*ckin’ turf
(turf, i couldn’t wait to f*ckin’ tear that, tear that f*ckin’ turf)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
f*ck

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