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Chase - Drip Blessa (feat. Steddy) Lyrics




Yeah, freaky ass foreign I just wanna hit it hotel in the city I'm doing the dash
100s and 50s I'm spending and getting I'm spinning your city like boy where you at
Ain't about money then I am not present my presence a present bitch go get some cash yeah
Riding shoutgun in the back yeah
Won't even talk greasy finesse her to see me make moves like a oujia cause you can not see me
Them boys talking hot then they want a treaty, you talking halal just like habibi
My belt is a bb iceman water fiji, I'm cutting they throat no time to be greedy this clip is a goat
I'm thinking magic if I unload this shit a get tragic
I'm so New York they like how I talk , trynna be me scoop drip with a fork
Big body coupe we double park, move to LA I'm copping a Loft
First year being famous boy imma go crazy , f*ck if she a 8 but bitch can't have my baby
And I can not save a bitch nigga you crazy my niggas is smokers that talk never fade me
I'm riding with becky and her sister becca they fight for the dick they rough like some wrestlers
No stars in the roof no keys this a Tesla I'm f*cking in twos but 3s could be better
My bitches wetter wrist change the weather so call me iceman my heart cold as ever
These shoes vetements got straps like Margiela, got sauce on demand like packets of ketchup

How you gon catch up
Gas to the floor
Let em watch face they gon blink and we gone
Chasing these bitches won't get you none
Chasing the money gon get you a foreign
So Im chasing cash and that come wit bitches
You wan be my baby then you gotta listen
Cause imma go get it
White tee and some denims
Got these niggas jealous
Watchin these niggas cause niggas be tellin
F*ckin these bitches ain't no cinderellas
If she wanna f*ck imma hit on the terrace
You wanna roll so hop in the ride
Play wit my money you ready to die
You told me you got it I hope you ain't lie
All these favors what have you done for me
I been mixing broken promises wit codeine
You think I forgot, oh oh you don't know me
You think I forgot, oh oh you don't know me
Bitch I'm from the hood I know how to ball
They wanna roll but niggas be soft
Lil baby on go and she know she gorgeous
Wanna explore imma turn her to Dora
Show her the mattress show her the couch
I'm in her back then I'm in her mouth
Show her the map then show her the route
Give her the boot yea you gotta bounce
Then back to the money cause I can't be lovin no hoe
Thumbing through money then thumb in a hoe
Trynna get me back f*ckin a runner tho hoe
Wait she ain't know he was a runner

Yeeaah freaky ass foreign I just wanna hit it hotel in the city I'm doing the dash
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Yeah, freaky ass foreign I just wanna hit it hotel in the city I'm doing the dash
100s and 50s I'm spending and getting I'm spinning your city like boy where you at
Ain't about money then I am not present my presence a present bitch go get some cash yeah
Riding shoutgun in the back yeah
Won't even talk greasy finesse her to see me make moves like a oujia cause you can not see me
Them boys talking hot then they want a treaty, you talking halal just like habibi
My belt is a bb iceman water fiji, I'm cutting they throat no time to be greedy this clip is a goat
I'm thinking magic if I unload this shit a get tragic
I'm so New York they like how I talk , trynna be me scoop drip with a fork
Big body coupe we double park, move to LA I'm copping a Loft
First year being famous boy imma go crazy , f*ck if she a 8 but bitch can't have my baby
And I can not save a bitch nigga you crazy my niggas is smokers that talk never fade me
I'm riding with becky and her sister becca they fight for the dick they rough like some wrestlers
No stars in the roof no keys this a Tesla I'm f*cking in twos but 3s could be better
My bitches wetter wrist change the weather so call me iceman my heart cold as ever
These shoes vetements got straps like Margiela, got sauce on demand like packets of ketchup

How you gon catch up
Gas to the floor
Let em watch face they gon blink and we gone
Chasing these bitches won't get you none
Chasing the money gon get you a foreign
So Im chasing cash and that come wit bitches
You wan be my baby then you gotta listen
Cause imma go get it
White tee and some denims
Got these niggas jealous
Watchin these niggas cause niggas be tellin
F*ckin these bitches ain't no cinderellas
If she wanna f*ck imma hit on the terrace
You wanna roll so hop in the ride
Play wit my money you ready to die
You told me you got it I hope you ain't lie
All these favors what have you done for me
I been mixing broken promises wit codeine
You think I forgot, oh oh you don't know me
You think I forgot, oh oh you don't know me
Bitch I'm from the hood I know how to ball
They wanna roll but niggas be soft
Lil baby on go and she know she gorgeous
Wanna explore imma turn her to Dora
Show her the mattress show her the couch
I'm in her back then I'm in her mouth
Show her the map then show her the route
Give her the boot yea you gotta bounce
Then back to the money cause I can't be lovin no hoe
Thumbing through money then thumb in a hoe
Trynna get me back f*ckin a runner tho hoe
Wait she ain't know he was a runner

Yeeaah freaky ass foreign I just wanna hit it hotel in the city I'm doing the dash
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Writer: Rashaun Jenkins, Stephon Ruiz
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