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lirik lagu curly j - too much drip

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[intro]
dunk rock

[chorus]
aye, way too much drip for a b~tch
i just be kicking up puddles and sh~t
blue balenciaga all over the kicks
watch how you talk but my shooters don’t miss
they want me then and now she f~ck with my songs
she come to my crib with her tights and a thong
the n~gga a simp, we don’t get along
aye, gas, she hittin’ it strong

[verse 1]
all of them doubting me
you know undoubtedly
gotta go harder than harder than hard
they on the moon while i shop for the stars
i can never slow down like no breaks in a car
started off as a dream, now ain’t n0body can f~ck with my team
expensive, the drip, alexander mcqueen
can’t fall in love, she want money and things
i know she just want the diamonds and rings, yeah
she ain’t want me then but she heard that i’m on
f~ck it, i’m gone, yeah (aye)
only thing i’m on this b~tch is for hunnids
shawty, yeah, she lied to ya when you come in
i’m with all her friends and they all start assumptions
they like, “why you ain’t say nothing?”
you must’ve been bluffing
[chorus]
aye, way too much drip for a b~tch
i just be kicking up puddles and sh~t
blue balenciaga all over the kicks
watch how you talk but my shooters don’t miss
they want me then and now she f~ck with my songs
she come to my crib with her tights and a thong
the n~gga a simp, we don’t get along
aye, gas, she hittin’ it strong

[verse 2]
she wanna f~ck my heart but she can’t find that sh~t
don’t worry babygirl, never mind that sh~t
don’t play about me and i won’t play about you
but i’ll see so many days that just ain’t come true
we just go around and around and around
but i just wanna see you go down, down, down
i just wanna be the best in town
can’t focus on you right now

[bridge]
i just wanna see you go down, down, down
duh~nah~nah, oo~ohh
down, down
ooh, ooh
[chorus]
aye, way too much drip for a b~tch
i just be kicking up puddles and sh~t
blue balenciaga all over the kicks
watch how you talk but my shooters don’t miss
they want me then and now she f~ck with my songs
she come to my crib with her tights and a thong
the n~gga a simp, we don’t get along
aye, gas, she hittin’ it strong


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