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Tokyo Drip
2,109
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tokyo Drip was released on January 1, 2018 by Duetti as a part of the album Mula Szn
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2018
LabelDuetti
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marty Mula
Marty Mula
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marty Mula
Marty Mula
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cutup KJ
Cutup KJ
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, just broke the bitch for them strips give me six
Back on my shit like I just took a piss
All my money blue like I hang with the crips
If I hop this on track bet it slaps like a pimp
[Verse 2]
I just push start the whip, finna blitz in this bitch
Pants from Japan on my Tokyo drip
Too many racks, bitch, I walk with a limp
Brodie got a drum kit with a dick in this bitch
[Verse 3]
If you walk in this store how much you spending in this bitch?
We don’t love these hoes, we just love counting strips
I been feeling presidential, riding with the windows tint
I don’t want no more new friends, I need more Franklins
[Verse 4]
I don’t hang with nobody, I be really to the neck
Ten plus ten, twenty bands, that’s a check
Bet a six to my point watch me hit that’s a bet
If she broke then I’m dead, bitch, I’m on to the next
[Verse 5]
Finna smash gass straight to a bag
Switch gears on a bitch, watch me dip do the dash
If its green then it’s cheese run it up till it last
Bitch, I came for the cash leave a bitch in the past
[Verse 6]
Finna go and fuck it up like I just bust a nut
Milwaukee green, bitch, I do it for the bucks
I don’t really fuck with ****, I be feeling like Donald trump
Two Fs on my belt, I could give a flying fuck
[Verse 7]
Bitch my legs hurt, I ain’t tryna fuckin' kick it
Send me the fees watch it flip like gymnastic
I run threw a check money stretch like elastic
My cash app been booming since way back from last year
[Verse 8]
Bitch I’m the goat what the fuck is a beef, aye
I’m on fleek like a bitch new bitch weave
If you feeling real froggy take a hop better leep
I’ll tell a bitch skeet if she ain't got the green
[Verse 9]
Ay, Ball like Miami, I'm hotter than heat
Just raped the beat finna go and bleed the scene
I just threw away the balmains, it couldn’t fit the fees
Love don’t sleep here can’t a bitch get a ring
[Verse 10]
Bitch, I go dumb like a **** failed class, huh
Too much racks, I can’t even keep count
Do the math, add it up, stack it to my bank account
Christian Dior’s on my feet that’s your whole rent amount
[Verse 11]
Ay, pants from Japan on my Tokyo drip
Too much drip in this bitch on some Lilo & Stitch
Finna go and hit up sacks, blow a bag in this bitch
Hit the bank ATM get cash in this bitch
[Verse 12]
I just push start the whip, finna blitz in this bitch
Pants from Japan on my Tokyo drip
Too many racks, bitch, I walk with a limp
Brodie got a drum kit with a dick in this bitch
[Verse 13]
If you walk in this store, how much you spending in this bitch?
We don’t love these hoes, we just love counting strips
I been feeling presidential, riding with the windows tint
I don’t want no more new friends I need more Franklins
Written by: Marty Mula
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