letra de drippin’ flava - ji beats
(idea comin’ for the 808)
hoe i don’t like broke b-tches, b-tch i need a payment
if the b-tch got two feet, then the b-tch can hit the pavement
if the b-tch ain’t got sh-t for me, the b-tch is leaving faceless
drippin’ flava on a b-tch, lil hoe, come and taste this
why the f-ck would i want this b-tch? the lil b-tch is basic
slapped the b-tch across the face, she got drool up on my mason’s
my n-gga giving out testers, so the junkies come and taste this
mix the track 1 with the track 2, i gotta copy paste it, huh
b-tch i gotta copy paste it
d-mn near got kicked up out the club, i’m way too wasted
i can tell this n-gga sippin’ fake drank, i cannot taste it
d-mn near beat the f-ck outta a n-gga, i left him faceless, huh
my b-tch said i’m actin’ ruthless
sippin raw drank everyday, it d-mn near left me toothless
ion trust these n-ggas so you know i gotta ride with two sticks
dropped the top, now it’s roofless
i’m riding ’round with two b-tches
i’m riding ’round three b-tches
matter of fact, it’s four b-tches
ptsd so i gotta keep the 4-nicky
i got anything you need, sh-t i even got that woah vicky
police pulled me out the car, sh-t i think they found the bl!cky, huh
god d-mn, b-tch you know i’m stashed up
heard yo chain got took, why you lookin’ mad at us?
i’m finna grab some new cash, b-tch, you finna grab the bus
my b-tch ass so fat, when she walk, i smack her b-tt
n-gga i saw your new girl, b-tch, i’m finna sn-tch her up
but i just want what’s in her purse, then i’m finna add it up
i ain’t think the b-tch know, and i ain’t think i had enough
i had to lie to the b-tch, i told the b-tch i wanna f-ck
i ain’t even want the b-tch, i want whatever’s in her purse
saw these n-ggas backstab me, b-tch, i’m finna do em worse
these n-ggas got my name in they mouth, i guess they want a verse
you better keep my name out your mouth before you get a he-rs-, huh
b-tch before you get a he-rs-
liu kang kicked the b-tch out my face, she tryna flirt
d-mn these hoes ain’t sh-t, so i know these b-tches worth
this b-tch is too fanned out, want me to sign up on her shirt
i want what’s in ya b-tch pockets, i ain’t want what’s in her skirt
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these n-ggas cuz most these n-ggas nerds
i can get a check on the 1st, 2nd & the 3rd
i can sell anything
i can sell some dirt up to the earth
hoe i don’t like broke b-tches, b-tch i need a payment
if the b-tch got two feet, then the b-tch can hit the pavement
if the b-tch ain’t got sh-t for me, the b-tch is leaving faceless
drippin’ flava on a b-tch, lil hoe, come and taste this
why the f-ck would i want this b-tch? the lil b-tch is basic
slapped the b-tch across the face, she got drool up on my mason’s
my n-gga giving out testers, so the junkies come and taste this
mix the track 1 with the track 2, i gotta copy paste it
huh
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