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lirik lagu ynw melly - drip

[intro]
(izzie on the beat)
(yung shad, you k!lled this track)

[chorus: ynw juvy & ynw melly]
cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard (you can’t drip like this)
dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
they flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
shoots dead in your sh~t, yeah that’s a face car (yeah)
hit a bane b~tch, man i hit your main bra (yeah)
kung fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain sn~tched
got your b~tch she in the back, giving bortlen good head (yeah)
and she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread
[verse 1: ynw melly]
yeah my neefa talking bread, we smoking reefa
getting head from all your b~tchеs
queen latifa with the toolie, how we sеt sh~t off
she eat the d~ck like a golf ball, come here lil’ b~tch, voicemail
i gotta f~ck on the b~tch, she don’t wanna let the clique, she think that my dawg gon’ tell
but b~tch you know we is a runner, you know we ain’t telling n0body we getting the money
f~ck on that b~tch, d~ck in the kidney, her rib cage, even all in her stomach
run up the check, run up the check, that p~ssy wet, aw d~mn
young n~gga world, better get with the motherf~cking program
this a young n~gga world and we came from vingston, take over the earth
i got a whole lotta semi automatics, bought two new trums and b~tch they work
don’t play with us, ’cause this is the gang and if you f~ck with us
we got some goons who bust your brains

[verse 2: ynw sakchaser]
man i turned that b~tch in, we just chilling with her
she a real roadrunner, whole city with it
thirty rob ’em, i’ma pop him, i’ma get the n~gga
if you round him, if you ridin’ with him, we gon’ k!ll ya n~gga
i don’t give a f~ck, you better not tell nun
n~gga talking like they on it, they some snails, huh
too slow for the gang, we goin’ past them
double loud, boutta whiff, oh loud
oh yeah, yeah, slash sh~t in the past time
if you talking with that cash, we gon’ tax it
third rack, oh round, gon’ slash him
splash gang, i’ma hit him with the fume
tasmanian devil, turn around, turn around, you better help him
dig it up, do you dig? it’s a shovel
i’ma hit him in the head, i can help him, nah
i’m talking like hoe, ay, shawty thick like been she eating cornbread, oh yeah
d~ck in her like it’s a waterfall
dig in it, oh yeah, i’ma dig it all
ha, ain’t the one to hit it all
yeah, nuke town, i’ma get him
yeah, she sucking d~ck, she like my adlib
yeah, got her act like ooh
[chorus: ynw juvy & ynw melly]
cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard (you can’t drip like this)
dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
they flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
shoots dead in your sh~t, yeah that’s a face car (yeah)
hit a bane b~tch, man i hit your main bra (yeah)
kung fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain sn~tched
got your b~tch she in the back, giving bortlen good head (yeah)
and she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread

[verse 3: ynw juvy]
d~mn, i just really need that cash, i just really need that bag
fourty, where my pass at, i be all about that check
put them diamonds on my neck, put them diamonds on my wrist
now your b~tch, she on my d~ck, she done sucked lil’ melly clip
bullets shooting in her mouth
i’m just thuggin’ in the sun, tryna get my money right
yeah i got it right, now i’m flexing on these hater
yeah, running to that paper, boy i need it now or later, ay
huh, say i need it now or later
free my n~gga dee man, man i swear i love you cuh
thuggin’ in the g, h~ll nah i ain’t from the dub
n~gga play with me, we gon’ put his ass to sleep, yeah

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