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young m.a – dripset كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(zombie on the track)
yo brodie, you here?
hey man, we ’bout to go to miami, man
’bout to go to the yams, bro
i’m stressed out, man, i need some love
you hear? ayy, uh

[verse 1]
just drunk a half a bottle of that hennessy, i’m wavy
had to leave that b_tch before she played me, my feelings hurt
i can’t even lie, that was my baby but f_ck love
love is just a b_tch that never paid me, then what you do? (what you think?)
went and got a bag like a boss do
so next time you wanna have my heart, it gon’ cost you (uh)
it’s red lyfe, baby, but my heart blue (my heart blue)
my money number one so listen ho, you just a part two (ooh)
so play your part, i ain’t got no time for your feelings now
landed in miami with the ‘rari with the ceilin’ down (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus]
drip check (ooh, ooh)
shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (okay, okay)
and i got that smile that make your b_tch wet (h_llo)
in miami like santana town, dipset (dipset)
dipset (dipset), dripset
dripset, dripset, dipset (d_mn, ooh)
[verse 2]
and i’m with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign (skrrt, skrrt)
and we spinnin’ blocks, gotta watch where the opps hide (skrrt, skrrt)
bad b_tch lookin’ like a pie, she on thot time (ooh)
put henny in her mai tai (ooh), now she on my time (h_llo)
then i hit the bro up like let’s go up on a sunday (yeah)
five foreigns deep, gang hoggin’ up the runway (yes)
liv on a sunday (ah), we ain’t throwin’ chump change (no)
party on the yacht, couple thots and the f_ckin’ gang (d_mn)
we ain’t no worries drinkin’ henny, just to numb the pain (facts)
big cuban links, diamonds dancin’ off the sunrays (vvs)

[chorus]
ooh, ooh, drip check
shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (okay, okay)
and i got that smile that make your b_tch wet (h_llo)
in miami like santana town, d_d_dipset (dipset)
dipset (dipset), dripset
dripset, dripset, dipset (d_mn, ooh)

[verse 3]
jim jones ballin’ (ooh), big drip saucin’ (h_llo)
money and respect, got the power like i’m austin (facts)
back then, money get like fifteen on a walkman (like fifteen then)
fifteen n_ggas deep, tell the bouncer let my dawgs in (let them in)
it’s gon’ be a problem when this glock gets to barkin’ (boom, boom, blaow)
we gon’ turn the opp into dog sh_t (that’s a fact)
put the price on ’em like an auction (they don’t want that)
my n_ggas walk sh_t, we don’t talk sh_t (no, no)
i collect the bag, give my brother reem a portion (gang)
and we hit them stores, came up tall with a fortune (we spend that)
i’m tried of flexin’ on ’em, it’s exhaustin’ (i’m tired)
neck on faucet (ooh), bad b_tches on me (ooh)
[chorus]
drip check (okay, okay)
shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (okay, okay)
and i got that smile that make your b_tch wet (ooh, ooh, ooh)
in miami like santana town (zombie on the track), dipset (dipset)
dripset (dripset), dipset (dripset)
dripset (dripset), dripset (dripset)
dipset (dipset), dripset (dripset)
dripset (dripset), dripset (dripset)

[outro]
flex, flex, flex

- young m a

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