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letra de drip'n - vic rippa

[pre-chorus: vic rippa]
house on the water and it’s full of baddies (baddies)
one more sip of tea and then make it tragic (yeah)
designer on my body, i’m in love with fashion (yeah)
saucin’ on the daily, thank you for askin’

[chorus: vic rippa]
i’m drippin’ on ’em
yeah, yeah, i’m drippin’ on ’em (i’m drippin’ on ’em)
i’m drippin’ on ’em
yeah, yeah, i’m drippin’ on ’em
i’m drippin’ on ’em
yeah, yeah, i’m drippin’ on ’em (i’m drippin’ on ’em)
i’m drippin’ on ’em
yeah, yeah, i’m drippin’ on ’em

[verse: vic rippa]
designer on my body, i’m in love with fashion
cops get behind me, i’ma do the dashin’
givin’ lessons with this flavor, you should take a class
she say the love real, but i know it’s plastic
got women all around me and they reachin’ hard
emotion runnin’ deep, but i know it’s a fraud
to trick me out my spot’ll be an act of god
’cause i’ma run it up until i catch a charge
she gon’ miss church tryna feed her habit
do it on the regular, don’t need to practice
i remember flippin’ on a dirty mattress
we look up to hustlers, so there you have it
gon’ dim the lights low
i’m lookin’ like a light show
back in town, i’m reppin’
easterbrook my section
walk around and finessin’, lord

[verse 2: trealog]
sauce all on my sauce
two g’s, i’m a boss
spent a nice price on these louis v
but these red bottoms, that’s sauce
tryna track me, i’m in a amg
ridin’ around fillin’ my vault
my money speakin’, that’s loud
so it’s best that y’all don’t talk
christian dior, i do the most
[?] a way, then make it to coast
i left for a minute, abandoned my post
the phantom is best, so it’s time to get ghost
khalifa strand in a gold wrapper
i’m a cold rapper
i’m so magnum
and i know fashion
call me met gala
i’m a black stallion
take her down on designer sheets
her body hit, but her clothes absent
that smell, that’s icky
i’m drippin’ in sauce and she know that i got it
catch me in somethin’ that came from dubai
you n-ggas is chickens, can’t say that you fly
your versace fake, but her bag real (bag real)
so it’s safe to say that you livin’ a lie (livin’ a lie)
your versace fake, but her bag real (bag real)
so it’s safe to say that you livin’ a lie (livin’ a lie)

- vic rippa

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