Testo Big Drippa - 2rare
Testo della canzone Big Drippa (2rare), tratta dall'album Big Drippa
Seventy Seventies
Evans
I'm a big drippa, wig splitter, lick hitter
Money getter, fuck with me, I fuck wit' ya
Grave digger, might hit your ho wit' ya
Broke niggas, I don't get along wit' ya
Move, go 'head, hang with the trapaholics
My niggas stay balling 'cause I keep a shooter on deck
Tried to keep it true with them but they on false shit
Ho soaking wet, make her drip to the floor (Ooh)
Basket gang that, basket gang that ho (Hoop)
Make her buss, Lil Uzi, Canadian Goose
I was never Minute Maid, bitch, I got the juice
Drip, drip, drip to my shoes
Skip, skip, skip to my loot
Let you go hide but I'm seeking you
If I swing then they swing, bitch, Babe Ruth
Don't let your guard down, you get punched in your mouth
No shoes with no heat, I'll still run in yo' house
Got sneaks on your teeth, you keep running your mouth
I get fly like Birdman, I might fly to the South, uh
Big lil' drip, she think she fuck with a swimmer
3-6-0, them spinners, they gone spin ya
She know we the ones, so she turn to a stripper
Might kill her, lace front, bitch, I'ma wig splitter
I'm a big drippa, wig splitter, lick hitter
Money getter, fuck with me, I fuck wit' ya
Grave digger, might hit your ho wit' ya
Broke niggas, I don't get along wit' ya
Move, go 'head, hang with the trapaholics
My niggas stay balling 'cause I keep a shooter on deck
Tried to keep it true with them but they on false shit
I declare war, they don't want smoke
Roll an L, don't light it, watch they follow
Bringing movie clips, yeah, picture that for show
It don't make sense if a dime coochie smell broke
I declare war, they don't want smoke
I was never spoon fed, I hit licks, bro
You need a gang pic'? We can rock solo
If we catch a body, take a trip to Puerto Rico
Puerto Rico (Woo!), Ah, Puerto Rico (Woo!)
A hundred thousand, I need ten of those (Woo!)
We start chopping they go adios (Woo!)
Puerto Rico (Woo!), Ah, Puerto Rico (Woo!)
Blow a stack for the freak show (Woo!)
My gang don't stop when they on go mode (Woo!)
I'm a big drippa, wig splitter, lick hitter
Money getter, fuck with me, I fuck wit' ya
Grave digger, might hit your ho wit' ya
Broke niggas, I don't get along wit' ya
Move, go 'head, hang with the trapaholics
My niggas stay balling 'cause I keep a shooter on deck
Tried to keep it true with them but they on false shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Evans, Avery Leslie Carballo, Naseem Young
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