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Blake (Dutch Rapper) - Drip lyrics

I'm turning in
Oooh, Oooh

[Verse 1: Blake]
Hopeless, always leave 'em hopeless
I just made this b**h disappear hocus pocus
n***as hit it fast so I watch em mixed emotions
Rapping 'bout that rari, but you better ford focus
Haha like haha,I laugh like, haha
Sip on some tip, then I puff out this lala
Coppin yellow diamonds so my neck be on rasper
I look like a rapper, b**h I look more like Allah
n***as better duck, when I pop out the cut
You hear the oooof, that's me powering up
I done f**ed em up, cause a n***a came in clutch
She wanna be down wit the set like her hut
But I look like Rick James the way that I maneuver
Teach 'em boys a lesson, like really I'm a tutor
Told her f** wit' me for I get back, Larry Spousher
Preaching on the beat, got her screaming hallelujah
Told yo a** again, I done told your a** already
I'm 'bout that mucho, dinero, that fetty
That's my love on the fourteenth of February
I'd get married to the money but they wouldn't let me
I don't hit that tweet button, I just hit the doja
I don't hit her up n***a I just bend her over
Thought this cough was the side effect of being a smoker
But the doctor said on the beat I show symptoms of Ebola
b**hes play, man y'all hate
I eat beats like I love the taste
She got neck, that thing wet
I k** the p**y, like head to the vet
b**h I go dumb, I go insane
I'm bout to blow, Saddam Hussein
My n***a do you, stay in your lane
I'm at your head, if you mention my name, oooh

[Hook: Blake]
n***a lights out
Come swang swang
Then, it's n***a lights out (splash drip)
Then I drip, I done flipped the script
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She rode a n***a in his whip (splash drip)
b**h I got the sauce
I just got the check n***a
I just flipped it off (splash drip, splash drip)
I done hit the Dodie
I'm just tryna live suite life, Zach and Kodie (splash drip, splash drip)

[Verse 2: Mateo Sun]
Coming through this b**h, and my dirty style dripping
Foreplaying wit his girl
And you know that hoe drippin'
I lie, I f** em, then diss em
And leave too many thotties in they feelings
Pull up in that drop top, I forgot the ceiling
Dirty boy spark it up
Ain't hearing what you say, cause I don't really give a f**
Been up on my cheddar, that's the sh** that buy me lunch
And if you ate this weed might just catch a sour punch
Swang in my truck, that's the big body ram
If your girl want it then the p**y getting rammed
15 hunnid stacks then you roll the rubber bands
My n***as pull the choppers out the door of caravans
You don't understand
How my face is on the mags I'm the man
My n***as blowing up like Pakistan
Finna order me some xans
Put the d** in my hands
You ain't smokin' over here n***a, this is dodi land
You can catch these f**ing hands
I don't really like to fight
Matter fact, shawty put another hoe up in the air
Rollin D first cla**
When I pull up on that a**
In a full gas mask
There's a foreign filled with gas
And you know I got the pad

[Outro: Mateo Sun & Blake]
Got that pad and my blunt filled with diesel

That's my sh** dirty, dirty

And your b**h face, timing wit my dick

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