Yea
Go Go
Yea
You can get the bidness forsho
Just Hit me up when you want It
I gave her the drugs she gave Me numb love I'm Going in
I came from the slumbs
City if God now I'm Go'n
I been on the road checking a Bag yea im touring
No fake love you coming with That leave me alone then
I'm doing my job ain't worried Bout another grown man
Bottle of rose gelato gold help
Me zone in if you don't grind
Might miss ya time miss ya moment
I'm from the city where love
Ain't common
They love you they hate you Love you like Kanye
If Blaze go Ghost you Know
E he my Tommy
We cut from the Cloth they
Need a fortune for the garment
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
I just put the gas in the engine
I just blew the gas out the Window
I'ma do the Dash for the Benjamin's flex have them Niggas mad and offended
I don't do the fast I be binging
I don't do the mask I be Jim'n
Me myself and white women
Lit like shit I might've hit my
Limit
Can't nobody lick my lemon
Like you lick my lemon lime
Baby I ain't lieing and you right
On time
Take your time you Lemonhead
Oh you know you should've Known could've known would
Have known it's gone be long
I'ma put it on ya
How do they be lying and they
Put it on the dead
Lying on the kid and they put it
On they kids
This my this my shit man
Uh this my this my shit
This my liquid drip
This my grip my dick yea
This my triple six STFU
Sizurp sip buck buck chicken
Buck buck you lil chicken
Shit
Grammy on my Mammy
Call me Daddy Whoop that Trick
Aye
I whip that shit with the fork
I do this for the sport
Really want smoke you get Smoked, aye dope we ain't Smoking no ports
Aye wrap yo ass up in a Dutch
Aye send yo ass up in a puff
And OA
They be so tough ain't no Bluffin with Blaze
Dumping we Dump'em we Trash in a lake'em
Dumping we Dump'em we needed a break
Drip n no flaw with this Sauce
You
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
Fiya Blaze - Drip 2 Sauce Lyrics
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Yea
Go Go
Yea
You can get the bidness forsho
Just Hit me up when you want It
I gave her the drugs she gave Me numb love I'm Going in
I came from the slumbs
City if God now I'm Go'n
I been on the road checking a Bag yea im touring
No fake love you coming with That leave me alone then
I'm doing my job ain't worried Bout another grown man
Bottle of rose gelato gold help
Me zone in if you don't grind
Might miss ya time miss ya moment
I'm from the city where love
Ain't common
They love you they hate you Love you like Kanye
If Blaze go Ghost you Know
E he my Tommy
We cut from the Cloth they
Need a fortune for the garment
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
I just put the gas in the engine
I just blew the gas out the Window
I'ma do the Dash for the Benjamin's flex have them Niggas mad and offended
I don't do the fast I be binging
I don't do the mask I be Jim'n
Me myself and white women
Lit like shit I might've hit my
Limit
Can't nobody lick my lemon
Like you lick my lemon lime
Baby I ain't lieing and you right
On time
Take your time you Lemonhead
Oh you know you should've Known could've known would
Have known it's gone be long
I'ma put it on ya
How do they be lying and they
Put it on the dead
Lying on the kid and they put it
On they kids
This my this my shit man
Uh this my this my shit
This my liquid drip
This my grip my dick yea
This my triple six STFU
Sizurp sip buck buck chicken
Buck buck you lil chicken
Shit
Grammy on my Mammy
Call me Daddy Whoop that Trick
Aye
I whip that shit with the fork
I do this for the sport
Really want smoke you get Smoked, aye dope we ain't Smoking no ports
Aye wrap yo ass up in a Dutch
Aye send yo ass up in a puff
And OA
They be so tough ain't no Bluffin with Blaze
Dumping we Dump'em we Trash in a lake'em
Dumping we Dump'em we needed a break
Drip n no flaw with this Sauce
You
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
Go Go
Yea
You can get the bidness forsho
Just Hit me up when you want It
I gave her the drugs she gave Me numb love I'm Going in
I came from the slumbs
City if God now I'm Go'n
I been on the road checking a Bag yea im touring
No fake love you coming with That leave me alone then
I'm doing my job ain't worried Bout another grown man
Bottle of rose gelato gold help
Me zone in if you don't grind
Might miss ya time miss ya moment
I'm from the city where love
Ain't common
They love you they hate you Love you like Kanye
If Blaze go Ghost you Know
E he my Tommy
We cut from the Cloth they
Need a fortune for the garment
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
I just put the gas in the engine
I just blew the gas out the Window
I'ma do the Dash for the Benjamin's flex have them Niggas mad and offended
I don't do the fast I be binging
I don't do the mask I be Jim'n
Me myself and white women
Lit like shit I might've hit my
Limit
Can't nobody lick my lemon
Like you lick my lemon lime
Baby I ain't lieing and you right
On time
Take your time you Lemonhead
Oh you know you should've Known could've known would
Have known it's gone be long
I'ma put it on ya
How do they be lying and they
Put it on the dead
Lying on the kid and they put it
On they kids
This my this my shit man
Uh this my this my shit
This my liquid drip
This my grip my dick yea
This my triple six STFU
Sizurp sip buck buck chicken
Buck buck you lil chicken
Shit
Grammy on my Mammy
Call me Daddy Whoop that Trick
Aye
I whip that shit with the fork
I do this for the sport
Really want smoke you get Smoked, aye dope we ain't Smoking no ports
Aye wrap yo ass up in a Dutch
Aye send yo ass up in a puff
And OA
They be so tough ain't no Bluffin with Blaze
Dumping we Dump'em we Trash in a lake'em
Dumping we Dump'em we needed a break
Drip n no flaw with this Sauce
You
Drip 2 sauce and the wrist too Frost
Get ya shit blew off if you diss
This way
Chris too hard I'ma Piss you off
Bitch I pimp too Hard
Make a Bitch Behave
Writer: Christopher Smith
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