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Drippy
86,109
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drippy was released on October 20, 2017 by Paper Route Empire as a part of the album Thinking Out Loud
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Release DateOctober 20, 2017
LabelPaper Route Empire
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM131

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton
Adolph Thornton
Songwriter
Michael len Williams
Michael len Williams
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30 Roc
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Real drippy right now
Lil' mama got ass for days and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah, I got racks in the safe
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a Draco or a AK
[Verse 2]
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Swag)
[Verse 3]
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy
[Verse 4]
Prometh sippin'
My bitch, she getting tipsy
Valentino, my outfit, my bitch, she rockin' Fendi
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds hittin', dead fresh, dig me?
[Verse 5]
Drippy, drippy
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck **** wanna kill me
'Cause I treat his baby mama like a Frisbee
Fuck ****, try again, you lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest **** in it, hey, man
[Verse 6]
Sit, this young **** poppin', damn
No, can't no **** stop him
Paper route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit
[Verse 7]
I'm in the streets where the hitters at
I'm in the street where the dealers at
I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at
[Verse 8]
Lil' mama got ass for days and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah, I got racks in the safe
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a Draco or a AK
[Verse 9]
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Swag)
[Verse 10]
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy
[Verse 11]
I used to want a million, then I wanted ten, now I want a hundred
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Codeine (What else?) Sweet tea (What's that?)
Call that a tropical punch (Okay)
[Verse 12]
I mix the gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done
Hey, come here lil' mama, where you from?
[Verse 13]
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
[Verse 14]
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
I put fifty rounds in my trunk
I was selling dope, I ain't go to prom
[Verse 15]
(Damn I wish I could've went to the prom)
But I got rich anyway, so motherfuck the prom
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drippy)
[Verse 16]
Lil' mama got ass for days and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah, I got racks in the safe
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a Draco or a AK
[Verse 17]
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Swag)
[Verse 18]
Drippy (Drippy) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Drip) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag) Drippy (Drip)
Drippy
Written by: Kevin Pabon
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