I only bought two
Just kept it light, but
Good shopping run
Price wise, I spent fifteen, but I got a sweatshirt too
So I think it's worth it
At the end of the day, you know
It's the price you gotta pat for drip
Wait, what?
Yeaaah
Wait, what?
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in
I just ate her coochie, I suggest we make a movie
I'm impressed when she go stupid
Like her IQ eighty two, yeah
I got drink and Jolly Ranchers
I got pink, and I got plasma
I got fits, yah, I got fashion
Make a wish, and it'll happen
You got questions, I got answers
She from 'lanta, send a dancer
Talk to money, love the banter
I've got hundreds in my pants, yeah
I got presents like I'm Santa
I got head in Calabasas
I got meds from 'cross the counter
"Do you need em?"
Why you asking?
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
I just hit the hookah, green apple and mint
I just crossed a shooter, got me feeling like Pip
I just kissed a beauty, got me feeling like I'm it
And I got that strap like I'm 50 Cent
I just hit the Juul, head rush to the dome
I just bought cucumber, then I left to smoke
I went in a taxi to the coast
Then I looked her in her eyes, and told her "Baby, don't ghost", yeah
Baby, don't roast
And, baby, don't roast
And baby, maybe you could have a sliver of hope
Liver full of rum and Coke
Haters tryna' catch this smoke
So I look em' in the eyes
And tell em' "Suck it till' you choke!"
Hell is a lie, but the devil ain't a hoax
And you wanna find the truth, don't go heading to the pope
I just gathered up the troops, sent the squad to you door
"Knock, knock, knock"
Braaap
Now you gone, lil hoe
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
Imma rap like a machine gun, braaap, braaap, braaap
MGK, I'm a mean one
Ya, ya, ya
NBA with the shot
When or if I die, I'll be going out hot
Hotbox in a Mazda, zoom zoom zoom
In a Fiat in Latvia
Rap like Sean, and I taste like I'm a hot one
Got the special sauce
If you taste it, it's a problem
Bite your tongue, brother, bite your tongue
When you said I can't rap, I was God damn stumped
Got a Honda in the front, I just might pull up
You a wolf in sheep's clothes
Imma take the wool off
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
Phoenixinredd - I Got Drip Lyrics
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I only bought two
Just kept it light, but
Good shopping run
Price wise, I spent fifteen, but I got a sweatshirt too
So I think it's worth it
At the end of the day, you know
It's the price you gotta pat for drip
Wait, what?
Yeaaah
Wait, what?
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in
I just ate her coochie, I suggest we make a movie
I'm impressed when she go stupid
Like her IQ eighty two, yeah
I got drink and Jolly Ranchers
I got pink, and I got plasma
I got fits, yah, I got fashion
Make a wish, and it'll happen
You got questions, I got answers
She from 'lanta, send a dancer
Talk to money, love the banter
I've got hundreds in my pants, yeah
I got presents like I'm Santa
I got head in Calabasas
I got meds from 'cross the counter
"Do you need em?"
Why you asking?
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
I just hit the hookah, green apple and mint
I just crossed a shooter, got me feeling like Pip
I just kissed a beauty, got me feeling like I'm it
And I got that strap like I'm 50 Cent
I just hit the Juul, head rush to the dome
I just bought cucumber, then I left to smoke
I went in a taxi to the coast
Then I looked her in her eyes, and told her "Baby, don't ghost", yeah
Baby, don't roast
And, baby, don't roast
And baby, maybe you could have a sliver of hope
Liver full of rum and Coke
Haters tryna' catch this smoke
So I look em' in the eyes
And tell em' "Suck it till' you choke!"
Hell is a lie, but the devil ain't a hoax
And you wanna find the truth, don't go heading to the pope
I just gathered up the troops, sent the squad to you door
"Knock, knock, knock"
Braaap
Now you gone, lil hoe
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
Imma rap like a machine gun, braaap, braaap, braaap
MGK, I'm a mean one
Ya, ya, ya
NBA with the shot
When or if I die, I'll be going out hot
Hotbox in a Mazda, zoom zoom zoom
In a Fiat in Latvia
Rap like Sean, and I taste like I'm a hot one
Got the special sauce
If you taste it, it's a problem
Bite your tongue, brother, bite your tongue
When you said I can't rap, I was God damn stumped
Got a Honda in the front, I just might pull up
You a wolf in sheep's clothes
Imma take the wool off
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
Just kept it light, but
Good shopping run
Price wise, I spent fifteen, but I got a sweatshirt too
So I think it's worth it
At the end of the day, you know
It's the price you gotta pat for drip
Wait, what?
Yeaaah
Wait, what?
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in
I just ate her coochie, I suggest we make a movie
I'm impressed when she go stupid
Like her IQ eighty two, yeah
I got drink and Jolly Ranchers
I got pink, and I got plasma
I got fits, yah, I got fashion
Make a wish, and it'll happen
You got questions, I got answers
She from 'lanta, send a dancer
Talk to money, love the banter
I've got hundreds in my pants, yeah
I got presents like I'm Santa
I got head in Calabasas
I got meds from 'cross the counter
"Do you need em?"
Why you asking?
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
I just hit the hookah, green apple and mint
I just crossed a shooter, got me feeling like Pip
I just kissed a beauty, got me feeling like I'm it
And I got that strap like I'm 50 Cent
I just hit the Juul, head rush to the dome
I just bought cucumber, then I left to smoke
I went in a taxi to the coast
Then I looked her in her eyes, and told her "Baby, don't ghost", yeah
Baby, don't roast
And, baby, don't roast
And baby, maybe you could have a sliver of hope
Liver full of rum and Coke
Haters tryna' catch this smoke
So I look em' in the eyes
And tell em' "Suck it till' you choke!"
Hell is a lie, but the devil ain't a hoax
And you wanna find the truth, don't go heading to the pope
I just gathered up the troops, sent the squad to you door
"Knock, knock, knock"
Braaap
Now you gone, lil hoe
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
Imma rap like a machine gun, braaap, braaap, braaap
MGK, I'm a mean one
Ya, ya, ya
NBA with the shot
When or if I die, I'll be going out hot
Hotbox in a Mazda, zoom zoom zoom
In a Fiat in Latvia
Rap like Sean, and I taste like I'm a hot one
Got the special sauce
If you taste it, it's a problem
Bite your tongue, brother, bite your tongue
When you said I can't rap, I was God damn stumped
Got a Honda in the front, I just might pull up
You a wolf in sheep's clothes
Imma take the wool off
Pop a squat, let me tell you something real quick
She say my name when she get dick
Mile high club, guess we a flight risk
Now put that pussy on my lips, lips, lips
I got sauce, yeah, I got drip
I am the boss of this rapping shit
I was at a loss for words when she dipped
Heard he lost her girl
Time for me to slide in, yeah
Writer: Dashiell Cantor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid