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d r i p - familiar past lyrics

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[intro: chansey]

huh, what? b*tches on my d*ck d*ck d*ck d*ck
huh, what? rolling with my clique clique clique clique
huh, what? rolling up a spliff spliff spliff spliff
huh, what? yuh

[verse 1: matthew sovereign]
drip so hard now we splashin
i know what they lackin, turn em into ashes, ashes
my head filled with compassion
break it with back spin
put em in the casket, casket

aye yuh huh shawty be all on my face, f*ck huh
cdg i got it all on my waist, aye yuh
wanna be me but you get at my pace. f*ck huh
3*d beam all the way into first place, aye yuh

i don’t want feel all the pain
straight to my brain, i go insane yuh
8 diamond rocks on my chain
b*tch bring the rain, drip like i’m dwayne yuh

you see that drip from the drain
we switching lanes, all for the gain, yuh
better not call to complain
burst from the vein,turn on to the reign, yuh

[verse 2: yvng a]
drip so hard now we splash ya
got lv on yo ass ya
turn us onto the mass ya
now im sp*ced like nasa, yuh yuh

drip(x16)

now im trippin on this drip
all designer when i spit
new cash flow from this l!ck
lyrics pourin out my d*ck

drip(x8)

drop
you gone see me when i pop
famous album once it drops
designer names up on my glock
yeah my drippin never stops

im drippin, im drippin
fit like tommy pippin
you cripin, you cripin
b*tch dont need assistance

[verse: yarl]

houston, we have a problem

apollo 13 center engine cutoff
i collect this money like its f*ckin runoff
i dont even

know what to say to you
you know i was playin you
ain’t n0body payin you
just over here framin you

what the f*ck up with this drip yuh
what the f*ck up in this clip yuh
boutta let this 9 slip yuh
boutta let this 9 crip yuh

drip drip drip drip drip i dont wanna hear your
sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t just drown in all this f*ckin
drip drip drip drip drip drip drown in all this f*ckin

drip(x16)

[verse: e r i s]
drip so hard now we splashin on a n*gga
stole your car now i’m crashin on a n*gga
lost my scar pourin acid on a n*gga
make up for what you lackin on a n*gga, aye

[verse: chansey]
stealin your b*tch and i go into cover
i take her down and use her like she rubber
i can’t f*ck if she’s got to much flubber
i whip the raries and i hop in them rovers

since october i been hot with the sh*t
strapped up like a dike in this b*tch
i’ll take your sh*t and throw it in your face
yeezy kanye’s all up in my lace

she call me daddy and i send her the addy
very high fashion yeah i look like aladdin
drip on this song and i drip for the hoes
popping on the perkys all i see x and o’s (aye)

[verse: brady eaves]
got a cage man but you know it ain’t for the dogs
you know i put my foot down and make you rewrite the cost
so i’m drinking all my time, sip the cup let it slide
riding front seat, eastern time, corduroy look nice

- familiar past lyrics

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