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the night before dripmas cypher - triple p lyrics

[intro: dripcon]

’twas the night before dripmas and throughout the universe
as it came to a close the year 2020 seemed like it couldn’t get worse
but dripmas was almost here, and the fire bars were nowhere to be found
but the worry of dripmas being cancelled quickly disappeared as the world heard a sound…

[verse 1: brett]

(clears throat)

jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle on these nuts
b*tch so bad, ass so fat, this her favourite song
jingle bеlls, jingle bells, me and rudolph hitting thе town
candy sticks, shooting peppermints
so much drip i might drown
i been good, know you should, fill my stockings up
dripmas time, bust a rhyme, b*tch come fill my cup
jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle on these nuts
b*tch so bad, ass so fat, this her favourite song
jingle bells, jingle bells, b*tch get off my d*ck
get to dancing, don’t ask questions, b*tch go learn some tricks
after she’s done, with my meat, i send her out like a tweet!

[verse 2: zach]

(corpse husband voice)

f*ck that, got a bad b*tch, hit it from the back
call me santa, got a present for ya, it’s my n*ts*ck
dripmas time, got me on the track, yeah let’s run it back
beat’s explosive, gotta wear a flak, must be in iraq
in attack, dunno where i’m at, drippy and i’m trippy
you a hippie, i don’t f*ck with that, yeah my bars are cracked
that’s just what you lack, i be counting stacks, you a f*cking rat
make me load the gat, stupid f*cking gnat, you’ll be getting trashed
look at where you’re sat, i’m a king ,on my throne
b*tches ring my phone, you there all alone, throw a dog a bone
you best watch your tone, yeah i’m in the zone, got your b*tch in pr*ne
let my name be known, that sh*t’s lykaion
pull it out like a 22, i don’t f*ck with you, you ain’t got a clue
yeah i’m h*lla rude, making money move, ladies pick and choose
never number two, think i got the flu, ’cause i’m ill
gotta pop a pill, go in for the k!ll, for the dollar bills
dripmas has been real, but you know the deal, off to eat my favourite meal

p*ssy

[verse 3: matt]
cheeeeeeees
it’s ya boy matthew on the mic
let’s go

ay my d*ck cheese smell like honey trees
cuz these b*tches always tryna lather on me
and i’m chilling in the battle tower grinding for bp
i touch my pp and have perfect s*x with my ditto cuz i got 6 ivs

call me lapras cuz i bring the christmas like a sheer cold
defense up, attack down call it match cuz i stay bald
like a slave in the 60s you just got sold
flier than ho*oh and my cheques stay heartgold

ay spit on the track and i’m burning and turning the wheels call it hot wheels
you hiding the pain while you gorging on happy meals
2020 got me trapped in my feels
driving and tossing banana* peels
boiling up eggs for the free* heals
scrolling through wish and i’m copping that gardevoir body pillow cause i’m head over heels
like regigigas i stay at the top cuz i caught the appeals
remember the name call me arxeran * dewgong spit my flow faster than the batmobile

hooooooooooo
i’m too hot, i’m too hot
oh my god

[verse 4: elliot]

what else is there to say that hasn’t already been said?
i mean… it’s christmas 2020
here 6 months early
i don’t think the world is ready for this
but i’m ready for the world
just sit back and relax
and let yourself enjoy this

i’m a walking legend, packing power and ivs
and all my abilities are on par with deities
all these rappers are all orthodox
as for me you can find me on the box
the entire world is waiting
and in your boots i’ve got you shakin’

truth is i’ve never dropped a round
and until i am crowned i’ll be in the background*
i’ll be waiting, and i’ll make you all spellbound
you’ll be looking like two tributes and then you’ll go earthbound
sorry, hope that wasn’t lost in translation*
but if it wasn’t clear i’ll be your d*mnation
your opinion doesn’t matter, put you in isolation
your degradation will become my innovation

come follow me on the path of glory
8 gym badges gone, there shall be no mercy
try to keep up with me, your sk!lls will find you lacking and then some
it ain’t something you can train, it ain’t part of your curriculum

crumble and fall ‘neath the cold and snow
everything i take takes from your ego
the world needs balance, order, and flow*
but arceus knows on the power to bestow
i know what i’m not, and i am what i be
i’m a champion, no higher philosophy

for real, glad to be back. merry f*cking christmas

[verse 5: andrew]

ayy, december 2020
the hottest bars for the coldest season
lets get it

this a new christmas special to go tell everyone about
if you ain’t f*ckin’ with us now, don’t come back later asking for clout
these f*ggots on twitter keep talking but they won’t ever pop out
like eevee i’m always adapting so now it’s time i change up the flow
out here with my boys on the block, we causing trouble, you already know
dripped out like santa, got too much ice, so now i’m laughing like “ho ho ho,”
meet up with your girl, go down the chimney, nut on her face ,and i go go go
weather outside might be frightful, but for sure it ain’t got nothing on me
on my way now, so if you don’t know what’s boutta happen, then you finna see
i got so many opps that my glock needs around 33 meter clips and a half
me and the boys hop up on the sleigh, bumping this cypher, to make this winter their last
we pull up on their block and caught ’em by surprise call that a merry christmas

[verse 6: joe]

wine flavoured wrist your b*tch sipping the drip
rock the whole earth just call me onix when i spit
metal over my body can’t f*ck with the clique
and i’m leavin’ ’em grounded; my steel hittin’ l!cks

eurgh
that was just for starters though
3 b*tches
(laughs)

sh*lls eat ya face like galarian slowking
kickin’ ya body, leave it bruised and broken
no hesitation i am not one for choking
my gun stutters though y*y*y*y*you’re croaking

toxicroak throat chops no backchatting me
ain’t got no dry skin i’m dripping with ease
still fire though i am simply a g
darmanitan how i will ice you for free

people saying 2020 been sh*t how?
we dropped 2 cyphers y’all know we sick now
listened on repeat, both hands on my d*ck, wow
you act like a b*tch, i’ll smack you like chris brown

big blundo, money huncho
shouts to the agency how we in dis mom woah
running the ladder no need for a lando
whitney’s miltank how these shots hit your mans bro!

eurgh
(laughs)
easy
ayy

- triple p lyrics

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