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|Dmaj7 |C#m
Ayy!
|Dmaj7 |C#m
Real drippy right now
[Refrão]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
C#m
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
C#m
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
C#m
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
C#m
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
[Verso 1]
Dmaj7
Prometh, sippin'
My bitch she gettin' tipsy
C#m
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin' Fendi
Dmaj7
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin'
C#m
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
Dmaj7
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
C#m
'Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
Dmaj7
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
C#m
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Dmaj7
Shit, this young nigga poppin', damn
Nah, can't no nigga stop him
C#m
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit
Dmaj7
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
[Refrão]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
C#m
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
C#m
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
C#m
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
C#m
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
[Verso 2]
Dmaj7
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
C#m
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Dmaj7
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
C#m
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
Dmaj7
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
C#m
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
Dmaj7
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
C#m
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
Dmaj7
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
C#m
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom
Dmaj7
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
C#m
Drippy, drippy
[Refrão]
Dmaj7
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
C#m
That fake shit, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Dmaj7
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae
C#m
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
C#m
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Dmaj7
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
C#m
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy
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