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rob49 - off dat drank lyrics

[intro]
yeah, it got a little background noise
in the back, excuse that
we having a pp, private party
you know what i’m saying
[?]
uh, yeah

[verse 1]
turn me up
i’m f_ckin’ an opp b_tch
if peter piper was like me
that n_gga would pop sh_t (yeah)
i’m on a jet off pills
yeah, i’m high as a c_ck pit
in the booty club
throwin’ that lucci lu like yfn, woo

[chorus]
f_ckin’ a bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (uh)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank (yeah)
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
yeah, we on 1942, we on delion
pop a g6 (yеah), get your jiggy on
honey pack throw it back, i’m bustin’ ten nuts (yеah)
buy a b_tch a watch and chain like she us
turn me up (yeah)
pipe up bad sl_ts (yeah)
bae, it’s shot o’clock
take a shot in the club
pipe her up (yeah)
i pipe a b_tch up (b_tch uo)
b_tches play me, foul
i still score and one, yeah
turned up off that drank (yeah)
doin’ sh_t you can’t (uh)
b_tch, stay in your lane
i’m grippin’ wood grain (wood)
my jacket palm ange (yeah)
i’m dripped in new celine
i’m puttin’ on for the team (yeah)
i’ma do my d_mn thing, woo

[chorus]
f_ckin’ a bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (uh)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank (yeah)
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
[verse 3]
ridin’ rollin’ in a rolls_royce, i treat it like a trackhawk (yeah)
put a pop a pill for your mother f_ckin’ nice thought
foreign whip, it go two hundred miles like a nascar
n_gga, if your b_tch leave you, it ain’t my fault (yeah)
real p, real p pusher (yeah)
real p, real p, n_gga (yeah)
real p (real p), real p pusher (yeah)
real p (real p), real p pusher (yeah)
got that drank in my system
n_gga got that drank in my system
yeah, got that drank in my system (ayy)
n_gga, got that drank in my system, woo

[chorus]
f_ckin’ a bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (uh)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tch (yeah)
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank (yeah)
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
i’m turned up off that drank
[outro]
every time my high go down, i pop another one
every time you lookin’ for your ho, she out here f_ckin’ one
every time my high go down, i pop another one (yeah)
every time you lookin’ for your ho, she out here f_ckin’ one
real p, real p pusher (yeah)
real p, real p, n_gga (yeah)

- rob49 lyrics

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