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get low - ripsi winelover lyrics

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
i’m singin poems for supporters of my songs
yup money talks, but for you money walks
for the next one to call me up talking that sh*t
music is money, money isn’t music
either way we body for money
no smilescause ain’t a thing funny
middle finger missing so i can not give a f*ck
money come and money
go still money problems addin up
on they twitter writing novels, see
rain, sleet, snow, ’bout the money
cause some of you b*tches funny
getting to the money
just put your hand on the glass
a couple of hookers, nice ass
my man got a feel for your ass
your life is a product of trash
so you can kiss my ass
baby got that super bass
if it’s wet enough i might just need a winе glass
f*ck being an architect and kissing ass
poppin purple tagsshow my facе for cash
eat the sh*t i funnel from my ass
stack in his hand trynna make that last
you better have your face on your ass
it’s “cop fast and move that quickly” or cops crash
skitter scammer before i break yo sleek ass
[hook: trinidad cartel]
see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
to the floor, to the floor, to the floor
let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know
get it on, get it on, get it on
when i get you home, get you home, get you home
put it on, put it on, put it on i’m put it on
put it on

[verse 2: lil ocean]
hail mary hoe, run quick see
rain, sleet, snow, ’bout the money
rain, sleet, snow, ’bout the money
and you are you too, but b*tch i’m three
and i got a little big, keep it low key
anint sh*t funny, for the money
if i can make them money
chillin’ with homies and family
i heard that time is money
i reel them in, goadomes on see
getting to the money
what them tippers don’t see
i’m a baller, literally
i run for the money
signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
yup money talks, but for you money walks
[hook: trinidad cartel]
see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
to the floor, to the floor, to the floor
let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know
get it on, get it on, get it on
when i get you home, get you home, get you home
put it on, put it on, put it on i’m put it on
put it on

[verse 3: ms. mama]
but hold the beat
he ain’t speaking for everyone
been riding with my
homies since day one
i got twelve hundred kicks
them straight from j*pan
riding in their bugatti’s man
this summer gone be mine though
catch me riding solo
we riding rover timeless….
always knew where the pot was
i stayed strong through all
of the season riding my 2004 nissan
i am not, let’s consider me a little pecan
ain’t riding, d*cks so stop
siding, don’t swap
i gotta know if it’s real or not
verse writing, he*rs* riding
i’m the baddest b*tch
riding on coyotes while
i’m trippin’ on peyote
that’s for my little brother
sister, cousin and my auntie
[hook: trinidad cartel]
see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
to the floor, to the floor, to the floor
let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know
get it on, get it on, get it on
when i get you home, get you home, get you home
put it on, put it on, put it on i’m put it on
put it on

[verse 4: yung f.o.x]
got two million quid in monopoly money
bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster
replaced by freak sh*t i am currently down for
pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts
real light jab to opponents
shout out my b*tch ripsi
stack up your funds like a million bucks
load the chambers
claiming ’round a million stages
and when we on the road
b*tches follow the tour bus
6 million ways to die choose one
a couple years back ain’t seen my vision
i always judge a book by the cover, never the page
get million*dollar bonuses
from paying ’em minimum wage
don’t you be holding back, your love
you broke my heart in a million pieces

[hook: trinidad cartel]
see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
to the floor, to the floor, to the floor
let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know
get it on, get it on, get it on
when i get you home, get you home, get you home
put it on, put it on, put it on i’m put it on
put it on

[verse 5: young n.a.s]
make money of the poor and ill cash the check
yeah this sh*t got me feelin’ robert beck
puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here
like money, cash, and sh*t all was real
or let the mob handle that
cash flow thats meers banked
i get it, you got cash
baby got that super bass
this meeting just begun, girl i’m satan’s b*tch
got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom
pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me
so roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party
money, cash, hoes, 420’s the cleverest verse
and you are not around like black fathers
like money, cash, and sh*t all was real
my fame’s no mistakesince the deal

[verse 6: lil’ tokyo]
we gotta get back to what really matters
laughter stopped when i dropped emphatic clappers
but i never put it to work because i want assh0l*s to be the clappers
to inspire you to greatness like mr.mathers sh*t my rhyme scheme is in tatters

[verse 7: indian doll]
instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones
hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
smashing glass pas’ you f*g and breaking bottles
gotta go ham, and i keep it popping
no kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
i’m a d*boii, busting bottles blowing zips
it’s moe, all i need is more chips
she dont have a problem with, with
popping champagne bottles, lord he is
you a lady boss, now you fly free
but the pill bottles are 8empty
and shoot off with vodka after whole bottles
i can teach you all the sounds of love

[verse 8: young cici]
we drinking alcohol amounts to kerosene
of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen
all the alcohol abuse just made dad’s anger issues worse
it’s utterly bologna, so i’m muslim to these rappers
she abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently
a single mother with a problem child, daddy free
we going weed, women and some alcohol
i’m tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall
die over shoes
alcohol helps me get loose
but now i know why drugs and alcohol
its somethin like manute bol

[verse 9: haitian doll]
order bottles, no moscato
your botch is bomb yo, thats
why i’m living in her condo
the girls are chomping at the bit
after that moscato hit
he grabbed the condom but forgot in my condo
we sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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