Aye
I got the drip
2 Sticks like I'm from chinatown
Gotta stay on s but keep the violence down
I ain't into groups I keep a minor a crowd
People notice me aye I'm on fire now
Aye i'm on fire now I can't get tired now
Gotta get to the bag it's required now Locked in yeah i'm inspired now
Got the drip check my attire now
Can't fumble the bag I get it and flip it
No calculator i'm adding the digits They playing my music i'm knowing they listen
Bobbing they heads you would think they a pigeon
Perfect timing i'm in my prime and Gimmie the cash nah
I ain't signing See me im sliding gang wit me riding Drip
So wet got em stealing the fashion
I keep a 30 like June don't tweak I get groovy get prayed like perfume
In a 2 seater benz it ain't got no room
Gone off exotic please pardon the fumes (Pardon em)
Air this bitch out like balloons keep blood close to me them my cocoons
I be up the clouds I should walk on the moon
You don't hear me now bet you gone hear me soon
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to
Made that shit don't make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to
Made that shit don't make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
Aye
Don't nobody move or get popped
Nigga laying on the ground in shocked
Imma breakout that drip when I drop
Lil Zay he a fool with the blicky
We done wiped the boa nose it was sticky
Thank the lord I done caught me a dub
Sold the boa 2 grams for the 50
Like Ray Allen when I up
If I got the shot I can't miss it
And if you try me you a foolio
Coming like Bob with this toolio
No Miami we got heat in the studio
Play my finger call of play like i'm rubio
It's touchdown catch that pack like i'm Julio
Got the sauce I be dripping no noodles though (Sauce)
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to made that shit don't make no kinda sense
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to made that shit don't make no kinda sense
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the mac in this mf so ain't shit gone get snatched in this mf
We got them 223's and them draco's you can get patched in this mf
She suck the dick wit no talking
Bitch you know i'm a crip
So you know purple drip when i'm walking
CRIP (Hold on)
La-di-da-dee we like to party if we up in this party it's a draco in this party bitch
Déjà Vu - Draco in the Party (feat. Lil Lee & Pif Lem) Lyrics
Déjà Vu - Draco in the Party (feat. Lil Lee & Pif Lem) Lyrics
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Aye
I got the drip
2 Sticks like I'm from chinatown
Gotta stay on s but keep the violence down
I ain't into groups I keep a minor a crowd
People notice me aye I'm on fire now
Aye i'm on fire now I can't get tired now
Gotta get to the bag it's required now Locked in yeah i'm inspired now
Got the drip check my attire now
Can't fumble the bag I get it and flip it
No calculator i'm adding the digits They playing my music i'm knowing they listen
Bobbing they heads you would think they a pigeon
Perfect timing i'm in my prime and Gimmie the cash nah
I ain't signing See me im sliding gang wit me riding Drip
So wet got em stealing the fashion
I keep a 30 like June don't tweak I get groovy get prayed like perfume
In a 2 seater benz it ain't got no room
Gone off exotic please pardon the fumes (Pardon em)
Air this bitch out like balloons keep blood close to me them my cocoons
I be up the clouds I should walk on the moon
You don't hear me now bet you gone hear me soon
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to
Made that shit don't make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to
Made that shit don't make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
Aye
Don't nobody move or get popped
Nigga laying on the ground in shocked
Imma breakout that drip when I drop
Lil Zay he a fool with the blicky
We done wiped the boa nose it was sticky
Thank the lord I done caught me a dub
Sold the boa 2 grams for the 50
Like Ray Allen when I up
If I got the shot I can't miss it
And if you try me you a foolio
Coming like Bob with this toolio
No Miami we got heat in the studio
Play my finger call of play like i'm rubio
It's touchdown catch that pack like i'm Julio
Got the sauce I be dripping no noodles though (Sauce)
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to made that shit don't make no kinda sense
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to made that shit don't make no kinda sense
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the mac in this mf so ain't shit gone get snatched in this mf
We got them 223's and them draco's you can get patched in this mf
She suck the dick wit no talking
Bitch you know i'm a crip
So you know purple drip when i'm walking
CRIP (Hold on)
La-di-da-dee we like to party if we up in this party it's a draco in this party bitch
I got the drip
2 Sticks like I'm from chinatown
Gotta stay on s but keep the violence down
I ain't into groups I keep a minor a crowd
People notice me aye I'm on fire now
Aye i'm on fire now I can't get tired now
Gotta get to the bag it's required now Locked in yeah i'm inspired now
Got the drip check my attire now
Can't fumble the bag I get it and flip it
No calculator i'm adding the digits They playing my music i'm knowing they listen
Bobbing they heads you would think they a pigeon
Perfect timing i'm in my prime and Gimmie the cash nah
I ain't signing See me im sliding gang wit me riding Drip
So wet got em stealing the fashion
I keep a 30 like June don't tweak I get groovy get prayed like perfume
In a 2 seater benz it ain't got no room
Gone off exotic please pardon the fumes (Pardon em)
Air this bitch out like balloons keep blood close to me them my cocoons
I be up the clouds I should walk on the moon
You don't hear me now bet you gone hear me soon
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to
Made that shit don't make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to
Made that shit don't make no kinda sense (At all)
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
Aye
Don't nobody move or get popped
Nigga laying on the ground in shocked
Imma breakout that drip when I drop
Lil Zay he a fool with the blicky
We done wiped the boa nose it was sticky
Thank the lord I done caught me a dub
Sold the boa 2 grams for the 50
Like Ray Allen when I up
If I got the shot I can't miss it
And if you try me you a foolio
Coming like Bob with this toolio
No Miami we got heat in the studio
Play my finger call of play like i'm rubio
It's touchdown catch that pack like i'm Julio
Got the sauce I be dripping no noodles though (Sauce)
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to made that shit don't make no kinda sense
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the drip from the tees to the kicks (Aye)
Plotting I gotta get rich (Aye)
Icy look at my wrist (Aye)
Vvs matching my fits (Aye)
Why hate and throw shade when it's bread to made that shit don't make no kinda sense
The shit I done gave take it to the grave this shit can get real intense
I got the mac in this mf so ain't shit gone get snatched in this mf
We got them 223's and them draco's you can get patched in this mf
She suck the dick wit no talking
Bitch you know i'm a crip
So you know purple drip when i'm walking
CRIP (Hold on)
La-di-da-dee we like to party if we up in this party it's a draco in this party bitch
Writer: Deja Woods
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid