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letra de water, pt. 2 - yung tory

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[intro]
this is a ktoe beat?

[chorus: yung tory]
you ain’t got no sauce, where your drip at?
i be the sh-t, you dig that?
bro keep a stick, no kickback
so you better quit the chit-chat
and she got some tits and a big -ss
i fell in love with big racks
she met a pimp named drip back
all this drip, i’m the drip man

[post-chorus: yung tory]
i’m underwater, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i hit your daughter, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i smoked a quarter, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i’m rockin’ designer, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1: yung tory]
i got an asian b-tch named mai, mai
told the b-tch i want fried rice, but no eggs and side
vegan life
gettin’ fat eatin’ rice
split a bag with the guys
spray the shark, porcupine
she wanna f-ck but this d-ck has a price
hit it once, i change your life
that’s your b-tch, that’s your wife
she a thot in disguise, d-mn
abracadabra, kazam
the pack went missing, gas
your b-tch p-ssy trash
try to touch me, my henny, i spaz
p-ss a b-tch to my homie like nash
back in high school, i ain’t go to cl-ss
i was in the hallway sellin’ pack, pack
ayy, bro you got a lighter?
yeah, don’t know

[chorus: yung tory]
you ain’t got no sauce, where your drip at?
i be the sh-t, you dig that?
bro keep a stick, no kickback
so you better quit the chit-chat
and she got some tits and a big -ss
i fell in love with big racks
she met a pimp named drip back
all this drip, i’m the drip man

[post-chorus: yung tory]
i’m underwater, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i hit your daughter, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i smoked a quarter, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i’m rockin’ designer, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 2: valee]
yeah, i’m not rocking socks, i’m in flip flops
i’m in louboutin like it’s a gift shop
five thousand dollars at ten shops
b-tch stomach flat like a desktop
b-tch on my d-ck like i’m briefs
f-ck her but keepin’ it brief, keepin’ it brief
fifty-two hundred, countin’ sheep, sip
fallin’ off, you goin’ to sleep, while you geeked
slip like a b-tch from belize
balmain on like i been skatin’
i got a b-tch with no waist
everything else was in weight
i got an old school on crates

[chorus: yung tory]
you ain’t got no sauce, where your drip at?
i be the sh-t, you dig that?
bro keep a stick, no kickback
so you better quit the chit-chat
and she got some tits and a big -ss
i fell in love with big racks
she met a pimp named drip back
all this drip, i’m the drip man

[post-chorus: yung tory]
i’m underwater, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i hit your daughter, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i smoked a quarter, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
i’m rockin’ designer, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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