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ynw melly - drip lyrics

[intro]
(izzie on the beat)
(yung shad, you k!lled this track)

[chorus: ynw juvy & ynw melly]
cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard (you can’t drip like this)
dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
they flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
shoots dead in your sh_t, yeah that’s a face car (yeah)
hit a bane b_tch, man i hit your main bra (yeah)
kung fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain sn_tched
got your b_tch she in the back, giving bortlen good head (yeah)
and she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread
[verse 1: ynw melly]
yeah my neefa talking bread, we smoking reefa
getting head from all your b_tchеs
queen latifa with the toolie, how we sеt sh_t off
she eat the d_ck like a golf ball, come here lil’ b_tch, voicemail
i gotta f_ck on the b_tch, she don’t wanna let the clique, she think that my dawg gon’ tell
but b_tch you know we is a runner, you know we ain’t telling n0body we getting the money
f_ck on that b_tch, d_ck in the kidney, her rib cage, even all in her stomach
run up the check, run up the check, that p_ssy wet, aw d_mn
young n_gga world, better get with the motherf_cking program
this a young n_gga world and we came from vingston, take over the earth
i got a whole lotta semi automatics, bought two new trums and b_tch they work
don’t play with us, ’cause this is the gang and if you f_ck with us
we got some goons who bust your brains

[verse 2: ynw sakchaser]
man i turned that b_tch in, we just chilling with her
she a real roadrunner, whole city with it
thirty rob ’em, i’ma pop him, i’ma get the n_gga
if you round him, if you ridin’ with him, we gon’ k!ll ya n_gga
i don’t give a f_ck, you better not tell nun
n_gga talking like they on it, they some snails, huh
too slow for the gang, we goin’ past them
double loud, boutta whiff, oh loud
oh yeah, yeah, slash sh_t in the past time
if you talking with that cash, we gon’ tax it
third rack, oh round, gon’ slash him
splash gang, i’ma hit him with the fume
tasmanian devil, turn around, turn around, you better help him
dig it up, do you dig? it’s a shovel
i’ma hit him in the head, i can help him, nah
i’m talking like hoe, ay, shawty thick like been she eating cornbread, oh yeah
d_ck in her like it’s a waterfall
dig in it, oh yeah, i’ma dig it all
ha, ain’t the one to hit it all
yeah, nuke town, i’ma get him
yeah, she sucking d_ck, she like my adlib
yeah, got her act like ooh
[chorus: ynw juvy & ynw melly]
cartiers frames on my face, we ain’t drip this hard (you can’t drip like this)
dripping over him, know my boy they dripping hard
they flexing with them toolie, but don’t make them pull your car
shoots dead in your sh_t, yeah that’s a face car (yeah)
hit a bane b_tch, man i hit your main bra (yeah)
kung fu flexing real hard, don’t get your chain sn_tched
got your b_tch she in the back, giving bortlen good head (yeah)
and she really want that cheese, most on me for talking bread

[verse 3: ynw juvy]
d_mn, i just really need that cash, i just really need that bag
fourty, where my pass at, i be all about that check
put them diamonds on my neck, put them diamonds on my wrist
now your b_tch, she on my d_ck, she done sucked lil’ melly clip
bullets shooting in her mouth
i’m just thuggin’ in the sun, tryna get my money right
yeah i got it right, now i’m flexing on these hater
yeah, running to that paper, boy i need it now or later, ay
huh, say i need it now or later
free my n_gga dee man, man i swear i love you cuh
thuggin’ in the g, h_ll nah i ain’t from the dub
n_gga play with me, we gon’ put his ass to sleep, yeah

- ynw melly lyrics

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