lirik lagu young m.a - dripset
[intro]
(zombie on the track)
yo brodie, you here?
hey man, we ’bout to go to miami, man
’bout to go to the yams, bro
i’m stressed out, man, i need some love
you hear? ayy, uh
[verse 1]
just drunk a half a bottle of that hennessy, i’m wavy
had to leave that b~tch before she played me, my feelings hurt
i can’t even lie, that was my baby but f~ck love
love is just a b~tch that never paid me, then what you do? (what you think?)
went and got a bag like a boss do
so next time you wanna have my heart, it gon’ cost you (uh)
it’s red lyfe, baby, but my heart blue (my heart blue)
my money number one so listen ho, you just a part two (ooh)
so play your part, i ain’t got no time for your feelings now
landed in miami with the ‘rari with the ceilin’ down (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[chorus]
drip check (ooh, ooh)
shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (okay, okay)
and i got that smile that make your b~tch wet (h~llo)
in miami like santana town, dipset (dipset)
dipset (dipset), dripset
dripset, dripset, dipset (d~mn, ooh)
[verse 2]
and i’m with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign (skrrt, skrrt)
and we spinnin’ blocks, gotta watch where the opps hide (skrrt, skrrt)
bad b~tch lookin’ like a pie, she on thot time (ooh)
put henny in her mai tai (ooh), now she on my time (h~llo)
then i hit the bro up like let’s go up on a sunday (yeah)
five foreigns deep, gang hoggin’ up the runway (yes)
liv on a sunday (ah), we ain’t throwin’ chump change (no)
party on the yacht, couple thots and the f~ckin’ gang (d~mn)
we ain’t no worries drinkin’ henny, just to numb the pain (facts)
big cuban links, diamonds dancin’ off the sunrays (vvs)
[chorus]
ooh, ooh, drip check
shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (okay, okay)
and i got that smile that make your b~tch wet (h~llo)
in miami like santana town, d~d~dipset (dipset)
dipset (dipset), dripset
dripset, dripset, dipset (d~mn, ooh)
[verse 3]
jim jones ballin’ (ooh), big drip saucin’ (h~llo)
money and respect, got the power like i’m austin (facts)
back then, money get like fifteen on a walkman (like fifteen then)
fifteen n~ggas deep, tell the bouncer let my dawgs in (let them in)
it’s gon’ be a problem when this glock gets to barkin’ (boom, boom, blaow)
we gon’ turn the opp into dog sh~t (that’s a fact)
put the price on ’em like an auction (they don’t want that)
my n~ggas walk sh~t, we don’t talk sh~t (no, no)
i collect the bag, give my brother reem a portion (gang)
and we hit them stores, came up tall with a fortune (we spend that)
i’m tried of flexin’ on ’em, it’s exhaustin’ (i’m tired)
neck on faucet (ooh), bad b~tches on me (ooh)
[chorus]
drip check (okay, okay)
shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (okay, okay)
and i got that smile that make your b~tch wet (ooh, ooh, ooh)
in miami like santana town (zombie on the track), dipset (dipset)
dripset (dripset), dipset (dripset)
dripset (dripset), dripset (dripset)
dipset (dipset), dripset (dripset)
dripset (dripset), dripset (dripset)
[outro]
flex, flex, flex
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