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candee – dipp كلمات اغاني

[intro: candee]
it’s mr. b-tch-i’m-fye himself
yuhhhh… yuh

[hook: candee]
i gotta dip i gotta dip
hop in the whip n-gg- don’t slip
i gotta dip i gotta dip
just hit a lick boy get a grip
they want a dip
they want a piece of the pie
i say it’s eye for an eye
i got the fye
i’ma go burn some sh-t down
bringin’ the h-ll to ya town

[verse 1: chiko bandz]
b-tch if you got some pressure let’s handle it now
we squaring’ up why the f-ck you looking’ down
i don’t need no pistol to shoot you the round
why you gettin’ mad yo b-tch hoeing around
she f-cked me and my dawg i’m just telling you now
you wifin’ up shones i’m just thuggin’ it out
she should’ve known better i’m straight from the south
if i get some gas split that sh-t by the mount
h-ll no i ain’t frontin’ i need it right now
if i’m getting hungry rob you for a pound
pistol in yo face have you shook on the ground
with candee mane but ain’t sh-t sweet in my town
jeango got the 9 he gon’ empty it out
you say you a savage you look like a clown
red dot on ya nose while i’m laying you down
pull up at your front door i’m kicking it down
(man you scary)
(you got got)

[verse 2: jean]
yea these n-gg-s like to play games me b-tch i won’t
only time a n-gg- playin’ is when i play is when i play with the monk
when it come to chewing p-ssy shawty i do the most but i gotta dip
slide thru your town whenever my young n-gg-s grippin’ berrettas
they don’t know better 30 clip right by they sweater
i’m straight out the beach don’t get wet up problems got me fed up
ain’t no point in wearing vests my youngin’ send shots at ya neck up h-ll nah he won’t let up
yea it’s just about cash but i’ll spazz on that -ss bout whatever
b-tch i gotta dip
heard that they wanna k!ll me
but see me and won’t confront me
b-tch i’m gettin’ money
all black and a skully
that pressure sh-t is nothin’ to me
git hand me the fye i’ma go k!ll ’em tonight
i say it’s eye for an eye i’ma go burn some sh-t down
i got the fuel to the fye i’ma put holes in his pride

[verse 3: candee]
i gotta dip i gotta dip
i gotta dip i gotta dip
just bought a glock it got a d-ck
pull that sh-t out point at ya lips
i got the fye just like a bic
should’ve sold the whole pint but i had to sip
sh-t i’m livin too fast i got 12 on my -ss
walk in empty handed leave wit money bags
got bags on my eyes i can’t sleep til i’m cashed
i ain’t slept with that hoe i swear i only smashed
that b-tch she wanna be my wife
hoe what the f-ck you think of life
i can’t save no thot they trife
i don’t trust sh-t gotta ride with a rife (huh)
i’ma dip back to my planet (uh)
boy you ain’t savage you average (yuh)
can’t live my life you won’t manage (what)
you want the fade come and catch it (aye)
dreads on my head but i’ll fade
boy don’t you step in my paint
i bury those f-ckin’ c-ckroaches (yuh)
spray em up just like some raid (yuh)

- candee

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