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drip - rob vicious lyrics

[intro]
on my wrist, diamonds on my fist, ayy ayy
d-mn
b-tch i’m-
gang, gang
all that motherf-ckin’-
go grizz

[chorus]
diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my fist
gucci kicks, just to match the drip
who you think you f-ckin’ with? (ayy)
we got hunnid clips (brrah!)
i got a hunnid crips (crips!)
i got a hunnid bloods, be on some other sh-t (gang!)
shorty suckin’ d-ck (d-ck!) and his f-ckin’ b-tch
man, i love this sh-t, who you f-ckin’ with?
ho, we run this sh-t, who got all the drip? (drip)
we got all the juice, we got all the sip (ayy)

[verse]
count a hunnid racks, that’s a lot of chips
and b-tch, i gotta stack, that’s on my momma, n-gga
who got all the gas? let’s go rob a n-gga
i ain’t givin’ p-sses, that’s some gotti, n-gga
say you got them packs, sh-t, i want all of them
man, where the hotties at? my n-ggas callin’ em’
i don’t want one (no!)
i want all of them
and if this sh-t ain’t nun major, i’m a baller then
n-ggas hatin’ on me but my money taller than them
finna talkin’ to his b-tch and now i’m fallin’ in
i’m with master k, that’s my baller twin (ayy)
and if we ain’t big ballers, what you callin’ em

- rob vicious lyrics

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