Drippin' Sauce – Marti Caine: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Drippin' Sauce

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Utwór Drippin' Sauce został wydany 10 czerwca 2022 przez Marti Caine jako część albumu Demon Time

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PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Marti Caine

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Marti Caine

Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Bitch I got drip got sauce like Voss

I can talk my shit cause I walk my walk

If ya bitch on my dick that’s not my fault

Only fuckin yo bitch cause you not my dawg

Tell shawty I’m brick that’s not drywall

I’ma pop that jig til I got lock jaw

I’m too lit can’t drive my car

I’ma park my whip inside her garage

Bitch I got drip got sauce like Voss

I can talk my shit cause I walk my walk

If ya bitch on my dick that’s not my fault

Only fuckin yo bitch cause you not my dawg

Tell shawty I’m brick that’s not drywall

I’ma pop that jig til I got lock jaw

I’m too lit can’t drive my car

I’ma park my whip inside her garage

My son told me get a bag dad (Baghdad)

So I racked (Iraq) in

Plenty bands off of grams but I’m passed that

Even back then pounds in the trash bag

They could see the money on my mind through the cat scan

Know I had to move the weight like a lap band

Could barely understand the plug he gotta accent

I was whipping up the dope in the kitchen

By the bow he would send it

Made the most off the backend

They thought it was funny I was broke, they was laughing

Now I’m chasing money in a ghost like I’m Pacman

The one up in the garden only hoes (hose) that I had then

Now I get the Coke and bring it home and then I tap dance

On it got her callin me a dog but she a bad bitch

It’s cool that you be calling me a tool cause you a ratchet

You ain’t got no dollars how the fuck you finna have sense (cents)

They would send the package through the mail I had to track it

Got a couple bows I had em gone before the pack land

Stack then, I’ma go broke on the re up

I don’t know bout cheaper but the coke much cleaner

Dope so strong think it all gotta be cut

I don’t care bout what it cost

Money long like Nia

Fuck you mean you wanting me to loan my heater?

I done broke my fever

I done froze my freezer

Fucked around and put a bunch of ice up in it

Bitch I got drip got sauce like Voss

I can talk my shit cause I walk my walk

If ya bitch on my dick that’s not my fault

Only fuckin yo bitch cause you not my dawg

Tell shawty I’m brick that’s not drywall

I’ma pop that jig til I got lock jaw

I’m too lit can’t drive my car

I’ma park my whip inside her garage

Bitch I got drip got sauce like Voss

I can talk my shit cause I walk my walk

If ya bitch on my dick that’s not my fault

Only fuckin yo bitch cause you not my dawg

Tell shawty I’m brick that’s not drywall

I’ma pop that jig til I got lock jaw

I’m too lit can’t drive my car

I’ma park my whip inside her garage

Written by: Marti Caine

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