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letra de drip (remix) - migos

[intro: offset]
that boy c-ssius
n-n-nonstop
hey

[chorus: offset]
came through drippin’ (drip drip)
came through drippin’ (drip drip)
came through drippin’ (drip drip)
diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
came through drippin’ (drip drip)
came through drippin’ (drip drip)
came through drippin’ (drip drip)
diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
b-tch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
put her on her knee, make her l!ck it (l!ck it)
patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
the b-tch got mad, i dissed her (hey)
shawty, you ain’t nothin’ to a rich n-gga (nothin’)
i’ll put a check on a b-tch n-gga (brrt)
f-ck your whole set and your clique, n-gga (f-ck ’em)
got a gang full of dud and some broke n-ggas (dud)

[verse 1: offset]
diamonds on me, what’s the price? (price)
i’m not gettin’ involved with the hype (hype)
i’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
fifty racks got my jeans fittin’ tight (fifty racks)
pay the price and them boys come and wipe you
we had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
yeah we trap every week, every night (whoa)
work my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
yeah, freakazoid lightnin’ (lightnin’)
57 90 and it’s bitin’ (bite)
when i seen a mil i got excited (million)
for the cash i’ma turn to michael myers
baguettes keep dripping, droppin’ (drip)
my wrist all liquid watches (watch)
told the b-tch jump on my d-ck and pop it, ooh
gave the little b-tch a deposit
cross on my neck, strap boxin’, uh
cup full of tech, it’s toxic
draw down the sig, chop chop chop ’em
yeah, you dig, your b-tch is an option
put that watch in the fridge ’cause it’s drippin’, gettin’ sloppy
when it’s too much traffic gotta get a helicopter
bentley bentayga, no shoes on my carpet
no vince carter, fifteen with the carbon

[verse 2: takeoff]
take-takeoff
came through drippin’ (drippin’)
i ain’t never slippin’, i’m a pimp (pimp)
f-ckin’ with a quarter million, n-gga, what a feelin’ (feelin’)
abort the mission, n-gga, they be tellin’ off and squealin’ (squealin’)
splash, took a b-tch to piccadilly (splash)
water in my ear, gave a n-gga wet w-lly (wet w-lly)
came through drippin’, spillin’
walkin’ with the bag (bag)
tryna get my n-ggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin’ (ceilin’)
shootin’ at civilians (‘villians)
i’m the one dealin’, i could make a k!llin’ (k!llin’)
bags, can you smell it when i vac-seal it? (uh)
flag, n-gga, throw it up, don’t care about your feelin’s (f-ck ’em)
ooh, what is this? what you wearin’? i be drippin’ (what)
cal ripken’s hit a n-gga, ken griffey (home run)
the b-tch got thick, so i guess she ate jiffy
when she leave with me, i’ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[verse 3: quavo]
go get the bag on the day off (racks)
go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
pots in the beat, it’s a bake off (packs)
f-ck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
big boy tools, maaco (big boy)
make a b-tch dance with a draco (dance)
walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
that’s huncho, f-ck the rodeo (huncho)
private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
one call, i’m havin’ your bae over (brrt)
walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
got her addicted to payola (addicted)
re-up on the bag (re-up), then i walk on the red carpet (hey)
anything i see, i’m sn-tchin’ (woo)
i’m geeked, i see icarly (geeked)
upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than aladdin (yeah)
park it at magic (yeah)
whippin’ up, whippin’ up magic (skrrt, skrrt)
two hoes, cl-ssy (two)
but they gon’ still get nasty (two)
wrap it in plastic (hoo)
jayhawks landing in kansas (brr, brr)
this that wraith talk (wraith)
mil talk, all in the safe talk (safe)
ain’t worried ’bout them n-gga, introduce ’em to k talk (k)

[verse 4: young thug]
yeah, patek philippe (yeah)
different size diamonds and it’s neat (yeah, yeah)
wipe a n-gga nose (yeah)
50 b-tches with me like floyd (yeah, yeah)
if you come to my spot, you gon’ need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)
i’ma put my d-ck in every hoe (yeah), i’m just a freaky lil boy (yeah)
i’m takin’ real x, n-gga (yeah)
i’m takin’ real x, n-gga (yeah)
i was hittin’ it from the back and guess what? (what?)
i was grippin’ my tec, n-gga (yeah)
ninth grade, i was late, n-gga (yeah)
had a closet full of minks, n-gga (yeah)
universal, hittin’ l!cks, n-gga (yeah)
f&ns when you reach, n-gga (p-ssy -ss n-gga)
yeah, i took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes
yeah, i used to be broke, but i’m rich now, i know you heard that
yeah, i used to watch my big homie, now i know the bird dance (brr)
yeah, now that all my n-ggas free, tell me where the smoke at

[verse 5: future]
more smoke than puff, b-tch thick like buff
and i’m straight out the slum with the yayo
snap on this sh-t like i’m fabo (skrrt)
we got squares and bales in clayco
all my money and cars biracial
i can’t count up the stars, they head-top
soon i sit in that foreign, my leg cop
i bought a straight-a camaro with the crack rock
hit a l!ck then i went and copped a maybach
all shawty wanted was a dope boy (dope boy)
never save a ho like a lifeguard
and i got the molly by the eight-ball
i get the bag on the daily day
i f-cked the b-tch on the adderall
i put her up in my catalog
soon as i came from the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt), yeah
shawty gon’ squirt it then spit it out back, israeli, yeah
shawty gon’ bust on the head-first, no paramedics, yeah
all i wanted, all i wanted was a hundred mil and i’m there already

[verse 6: young thug]
go get the bag on a day off (day off)
n-ggas turnin’ to a faceoff (faceoff)
i feel this aspirin like rentanol
i got this sh-t out the bando (yeah)
i’m in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)
you better believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)
i’m drippin’ sauce with my eyes closed
turned to a horse, i was riding hoes
gator bump, they ain’t swine though
backburner full of fine hoes
swag journeys, every kind though
couple milli off a rhymes, whoa

[verse 7: hoodrich pablo juan]
floral sh-t, stay in gucci from the forest
lean in my organs, walkin’ on your mortgage
i got some jewelry, it cost me a fortune
got a little freaky b-tch and she gorgeous
balmain sag on the saint laurent
i’m pourin’ up that it’s the time of the month
diamonds hittin’ like a mortal kombat punch
servin’ that cool, same color nestle crunch
stackin’ them hundreds up, i got a bunch
i can’t tell the time, my dial done bust
stay with that glock, n-gga know who i trust
still in the trap, n-gga servin’ that raw dust
come get your ho ,’cause you know she wan’ f-ck
designer drugs serve like i’m wearin’ a gucci tux
ride two cars back to back when i’m re-ing up
i’m on them percs, chasin’ like i was on tuss
givenchy, gelato when i’m rollin’ up
me and offset strapped up in the bentley truck
ooh, she suck it good, make it touch and bust
too bad that lil b-tch couldn’t make the cut
i came in drippin’, drippin’ in designer
i got an essay, not an -ssignment
too many chains on, my b-tch start whining
diamonds big rock like i’m mountain climbing

- migos

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