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