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Drip and sip Drip and sip Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up in the gold, I'm leading All them other man need feeding I don't wanna go Bombay Dem man don't know what I do when I go from dealing Leading the pack in black and I'm out with a bag Step out with the phone and dab Bust up on man with a duster Put 'em on the drip and sip blockbuster Win, win, win, that's the only M.O Ring ring ring, I reply with N-O Call me Leno, had it hot, ha Switch up the ting as I hit bellow Switch up the ting as I drink mellow Switch up the ting in my black and yellow, so fresh, clean Saw the ting and she pop like hello Drink from the bottle, I'm making a puddle Call up the server to clean up the bubbles She want a slip of the glorious Like I'm the warrior She want a taste of the double Holy moly, that's a holy rollie Dripping, dripping Icy skippin' Showing, dipping Like 'em curvy Fucking early Curb the calling Why's she falling? So annoying (Oh my God) Give up the feeling of not feeling cold Switch up on man if he now wanna flinch Pussyhole, you're tryna save life with the clinch Fresh on the net, I'm OP with the bait 118, 118, no debate Letting them know I can never be late CEO, bitch Pull up, pull up in the gold, I'm leading All them other man need feeding I don't wanna go Bombay Dem man don't know what I do when I go from dealing Leading the pack in black and I'm out with a bag Step out with the phone and dab Bust up on man with a duster Put 'em on the drip and sip blockbuster Trust, pull up, pull up, silent, can't pree me I'm a Nike man, ACG me I'm alright, fam, don't want freebies SJW's can't PC me Lyrics trouble you? Yeah man, me three That's why man I write bars fam, easy Don't like what I say? SMD please Didn't do nothing last time, man, CA Pull up, pull up outside and meet me About drugs, what? Boots or GP? About plug, what? AC/DC? About tug, what? Ropes in PE? About slugs, what? Garden, green leaf? Chat 'bout guns, you wish fam, genie Piss yourself every time man see me Soon as I say bonjour, fam, oui oui Pull up, pull up them stats and see please On road, online and TV Durag, cane row or big greasy Afro like Risky Roadz DVD You're a Game Boy Color, I'm PC You can take part but you can't compete, see Cause man's foundation, you can't beat me Better luck next time GG Pull up, pull up, vinyl or CD Either one, fam, bust that wheelie At your door like SKY or BT Shake man up, get grimy and greezy Road runner, dun told man, meep meep RT1 not a dino GT One wheel up to the sky like ET Jake 100 stylie, you see me Pull up, pull up in the gold, I'm leading All them other man need feeding I don't wanna go Bombay Dem man don't know what I do when I go from dealing Leading the pack in black and I'm out with a bag Step out with the phone and dab Bust up on man with a duster Put 'em on the drip and sip blockbuster Crown for the teeth Royalty when I'm speaking the beef I'm a G when it comes to the guap I get M's when I play I get M's when I stop I get blem when I trade the devil for that letters Watch me grow like I'm Madison Pettis Styrofoam, a ten piece Then I get the bag I popped from last week I gun lean on that runway 2-18 on that one way Feeling like Hamilton, F1 The key on the ball when they're needing me They never play me before, now they feeling me Diamonds, I know she adore when I'm dealing them I'm rolling heavy Don't try to press Make you ugly like Betty Bitch
Writer(s): Jamie Adenuga, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbu Isong, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Samuel Awuku Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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