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Drippy Toad Video (MV)




Performed By: Alixavier Cherry
Length: 2:40
Written by: Alixavier Cherry




Alixavier Cherry - Drippy Toad Lyrics




Step up, cookin' on the beat, I bring the heat, you know I want the smoke (smoke)
I ain't no joke, why the f*ck you talkin to me like you ain't broke (broke)
F*cked up tooth motherf*cker, must be a f*ckin' bloke (yikes)
Drippy Toad slimin' in, about to make you f*ckin' croak (yah)
Got barrels of dough, you know that's how I like to roll
Run me yo pockets, can't walk past me without payin' a toll
Thinkin you sly like a fox, now I see why your legs are gone
An artist with a laser, already got my weapon drawn

Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Whoa... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy

Falco blast, he double tap
Get clapped, no cap
Captain hat, Fox's back
Wolf don't f*ck with them weak attacks
Take it to the sky, got aerial acrobats
Fly as an Arwing, Rabbit's foot I got that
Can do this Han Solo, got all the strats
Bucky O'Hare will get on it stat
Aye, I'll ROB you niggas like I was born in 64
This shit is too easy, it ain't even a chore
Nigga thinkin' he special, but really he's just a snore
Anti-gravity movement, bitch I stay above the floor

Whoa... Can't blame me that I won't ever sell my soul
Whoa... Can't blame me for having a heart of gold
Whoa... Can't blame me that my flow's feelin' so cold
Whoa... Can't blame me that you're the type to easily fold
Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Whoa... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy

Drippy Toad, best mech, take it to the bank
Hit you with a Ratchet no Klank
Ain't caught slippin', I'm the man
Hatin' on you cuz you got no plan
Got no patience, contraband
Snap on you niggas, rubber band
Nigga you trippin', I'll get the kill
Nigga back up, you won't ever reach my skill

Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Aye... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Nope... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Hot... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy
Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Whoa... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy
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Step up, cookin' on the beat, I bring the heat, you know I want the smoke (smoke)
I ain't no joke, why the f*ck you talkin to me like you ain't broke (broke)
F*cked up tooth motherf*cker, must be a f*ckin' bloke (yikes)
Drippy Toad slimin' in, about to make you f*ckin' croak (yah)
Got barrels of dough, you know that's how I like to roll
Run me yo pockets, can't walk past me without payin' a toll
Thinkin you sly like a fox, now I see why your legs are gone
An artist with a laser, already got my weapon drawn

Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Whoa... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy

Falco blast, he double tap
Get clapped, no cap
Captain hat, Fox's back
Wolf don't f*ck with them weak attacks
Take it to the sky, got aerial acrobats
Fly as an Arwing, Rabbit's foot I got that
Can do this Han Solo, got all the strats
Bucky O'Hare will get on it stat
Aye, I'll ROB you niggas like I was born in 64
This shit is too easy, it ain't even a chore
Nigga thinkin' he special, but really he's just a snore
Anti-gravity movement, bitch I stay above the floor

Whoa... Can't blame me that I won't ever sell my soul
Whoa... Can't blame me for having a heart of gold
Whoa... Can't blame me that my flow's feelin' so cold
Whoa... Can't blame me that you're the type to easily fold
Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Whoa... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy

Drippy Toad, best mech, take it to the bank
Hit you with a Ratchet no Klank
Ain't caught slippin', I'm the man
Hatin' on you cuz you got no plan
Got no patience, contraband
Snap on you niggas, rubber band
Nigga you trippin', I'll get the kill
Nigga back up, you won't ever reach my skill

Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Aye... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Nope... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Hot... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy
Whoa... Can't blame me yo hoe's DMs are really slippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I came out lookin' drippy
Whoa... Can't blame me that I'm already feelin' crispy
Whoa... Can't blame me that Patron got me feelin' tipsy
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Writer: Alixavier Cherry
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