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lirik lagu drip intro (floyd mayweather og) – young thug

[intro: young thug]
ayy, ayy
this real talk type sh*t, i swear to god
we just gon’ call this sh*t ”drip,” you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy

[verse 1: young thug]
ayy, little b*tch (goose)
you ridin’ n*ggas’ d*ck like a b*tch (billboard hitmakers)
d*mn, little b*tch
you ridin’ n*ggas’ d*ck like a b*tch (wheezy beats)
i got six brand new foreigns on my wrist, ah
i got six forgiatos on my fist, ayy
i got fifty foreign hoes on my d*ck, ayy, uh
i’ma nut in all them hoes, let’s have some chicks, ayy
n*gga tried to hit a l!ck and missed (blatt)
tried to run, then i caught him like a fish (caught his ass), ayy
i’ma catch his ass with the whole clip (blatt, blatt)
i’ma beat they ass up like ron artest (what?), ayy
p*ssy n*gga ran like a miss (hah)
i got your b*tch up underwater tryna kiss (mwah, mwah), ayy
i’ma gon’ and sh*t and take a p*ss (mwah, mwah), ayy
we done f*cked her legs and f*cked her face (woo, woo), ayy

[verse 2: gunna]
cash out on that whip, i don’t want no rent (i don’t want no rent)
vvss hit off that g star v*neck (star v*neck)
chop, chop the top off that stingray corvette (stingray corvette, skrrt)
two b*tches with me, they on molly, they on x (they on x)
took my foreign to the club, pulled in the vip (pulled in the vip)
took some hoes to the hotel and made ’em strip (and made ’em strip)
she sucked me loose, i had to give that b*tch a tip (i had to give that b*tch a tip)
everybody smashed that ho, that b*tch the rip (that b*tch the rip)
[verse 3: young thug & gunna]
everybody got they passport ready to dip, uh
europe, uk, twenty*five thousand dollars on a trip
i just, i just found out rats can use they lips
i got, i got, i got me a thirty round clip
i got one in the head, thirty*one rounds on my hip, ayy (my hip)
okay, lil dora said i was born with the sk!ll, ayy
my lawyer say it’s guaranteed when he appeal (appeal)
i got a bad b*tch wit’ me, and yeah, she strip

[verse 4: gunna & young thug]
i’m in vegas spendin’ thousands with my chips (all on chips)
i can’t love these b*tches, fell in love the rip (love the rip)
i was, i was, i was doin’ this sh*t just for my peers
i, i would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears (sweat and tears)
do this sh*t all on my own, don’t need no deal (don’t need no deal)
di’*diamonds flawless ’round my neck, gave me a chill (me a chill)
late, lately, i’ve been flyin’ on them lears (on them lears)
flyin’ ‘cross the world, these b*tches k!llin’ me

[verse 5: young thug]
ayy, flood her bank account with bands ’cause she feelin’ me (feelin’ me)
n*gga, cash on delivery (delivery)
if it’s a snake on my clothes then it’s double g
i don’t like police hoes, ain’t no cuffin’ me
all my diamonds dancin’ like they bruce lee (wah)
check out my smile, i got some new t**th
pop a molly, now i’m in the f*ckin’ air
cloud nine, n*gga smokin’ like the f*ckin’ bear
[verse 6: gunna]
we at the clearport, you n*ggas never there (you n*ggas never there)
i wouldn’t even cap, lil’ b*tch, this our year (this our year)
i do it for my fam, twenty racks on gifts (twenty racks on christmas)
b*tch, we blowin’ gas, roll me up a spliff (roll me up a spliff)
now, what you think a young n*gga grindin’ for? (what you think i’m grindin’ for?)
i sip it ’til i sleep, i might overdose (i might overdose)
she made it out the hood and left that dope bowl (left that dope bowl)
get them bricks from my mama, she got truckloads (huh?)

[verse 7: young thug & gunna]
ayy, f*ck you mean you get it from your mammy, ho? (yeah, hahaha)
ayy, diamonds all on my chin, diamonds on my folk
piercin’ in my nose, diamond in my nose (diamonds in my nose)
giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes (diamonds on my toes)
i just got a family pack of jimmy choos, d*mn
i just bought a chopper and i’m ready to use it, d*mn
i got a lot of b*tches comin’ by the twos
i got a lot of b*tches bomin’ by the few (few)

[verse 8: gunna]
big di’*diamonds but we call ’em jewels (call ’em jewels)
all, all these racks, think i sell dog foods (i sell dog food)
drip, i spend thousand on my f*ckin’ shoes (three thousand on shoes)
pull up in this ave, it cost the christian loub’s (yeah, yeah)
n*gga, watch your mouth, we ain’t f*ckin’ cool (f*ckin’ cool)
ysl the mafia, that’s a f*ckin’ fool (f*ckin’ fools)
take this sh*t out and shoot (grra, grra, grra)

- young thug

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