Drip
Aye, yuh
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
She wanna party fax
Like party went wrong, yuh, yuh
She being so touchy, fax
I'm going in raw, yuh, yuh
Saving the latex, boujee and savage
One of the baddest
Gave me a top, I gave her top
Ass, one of the fattest
I feel like my drip is playing big part
I think that my shit is gon' get real hard
Shining like I'm something she ain't used to feel
Grinding on it wet, damn, I love the silk
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
Forgot what you said
Is that bitch your man
I couldn't care
Let's give it a rest
Lemme go change
Put on my shirt
Dance on my lap
And make me go urgh
That bitch so naughty
That bitch so thick
Nails in the way
Stabbing my skin
Better be careful tho
Don't wanna be ruining my fit
She be ripping all my clothes when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
And she tryna fuck even when I'm on the phone
On the phone, on the phone, on the phone
Yuh, yuh
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
She wanna party fax
Like party went wrong, yuh, yuh
She being so touchy, fax
I'm going in raw, yuh, yuh
Saving the latex, boujee and savage
One of the baddest
Gave me a top, I gave her top
Ass, one of the fattest
I feel like my drip is playing big part
I think that my shit is gon' get real hard
Shining like I'm something she ain't used to feel
Grinding on it wet, damn, I love the silk
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
Forgot what you said
Is that bitch your man
I couldn't care
Let's give it a rest
Lemme go change
Put on my shirt
Dance on my lap
And make me go urgh
That bitch so naughty
That bitch so thick
Nails in the way
Stabbing my skin
Better be careful tho
Don't wanna be ruining my fit
She be ripping all my clothes when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
And she tryna fuck even when I'm on the phone
On the phone, on the phone, on the phone
Yuh, yuh
Look at the drip
Gave it one hunnid percent of my shit
That's fax, that's lit
I'm the best dressed, I don't need checks
Give me ten bucks, I'll make me go flex
Look at the fit, not about bricks
Your fashion sense got me like what the fuck's this
Boy what are those, don't wanna know
Spoke to a bitch and she liked my cologne
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Writer(s): Atanas Dimov
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