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letra de drip - keiston

[hook: keiston]
they mad, they mad, they mad
they mad, they mad, stay mad

[verse 1: keiston]
n-gga keep on talking reckless
choke ’em like a ducking necklace
then i’m right back to my money
swear my pockets getting chubby
i ain’t up all on you n-ggas
no, don’t got love for these n-ggas
i came up to sh-t on b-tches
rise to the top and spit on b-tches

[hook: keiston & osha so gutta]
they mad, they mad, they mad
they mad, they mad, stay mad (it’s your favorite girl)

[verse 2: osha so gutta]
ain’t no b-tch out f-cking with me
i does it do it siddity
so gutta but keep it pretty
what else that you wanna know?
he sneaking out, i’m so fed up
he beat it up, pull my legs up
these b-tches mad i get wetter
hoes smoke me just like i’m dope
i’m lifting sh-t like a weight
i’m grinding to get a plate
i’m eating, i’m gaining weight
get money, i love the k
you talking but you don’t know me
keep chewing just like som gum
keep talking but you don’t know me
keep chewing just like som gum, drip

[hook: keiston]
they mad, they mad, they mad
they mad, they mad, stay mad

[verse 3: keiston]
might be the shoes on my feet
might be the thing on my wrist
who you know ball like that?
who you know drip like this?
when i come through they like (d-mn)
when i’m on the scene they like (d-mn)
when that mastercard swipe (how?)
have them wondering like “how?”
just roll cone, i’m in the zone
i’m on the scene just riding
just me and the gang, blast in the escape
we on the scene just vibing
got your b-tch on me like (ooh)
your b-tch friending for me like (ahh)
drinks on us because we tipping
n-ggas mad because we dripping

[hook: keiston]
they mad, they mad, they mad
they mad, they mad, stay mad

[verse 4: cupcakke]
they life be staged like maury (they phony)
she ain’t ever seen no ferrari (skrrt)
try again ‘lil b-tch sorry (no)
i’m at the drake eating steak no arby’s (yum yum)
p-ssy fill a n-gga up more than a fridge
swear to god it won’t leave you starving (eat this sh-t)
i can give you more head than [?] my n-gga
if you make me laugh like martin (ha ha)
see me and don’t do sh-t, yeah
going in like a q-tip, yeah
got the b-tch tucked in my hip, yeah
case i don’t slip like a nip, yeah
i don’t like the way traffic set up nowadays
so i might boss up to a ship, yeah
put me up against anybody
i’ma come up on top like a [?], yeah
i don’t got time to play games, can’t you tell?
i’m out here balling so hard, nfl
‘lil two hoes wanna be mad as h-ll
’cause they exes all on my like xxl
b-tch i’m the sh-t and i drip like a plunger
not talking limbo but she will go under
everybody wanna sleep on me like a bunker
’til i come shooting up the f-cking slumber

- keiston

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