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real drip - wizz havinn & ytb fatt lyrics

[intro: wizz havinn]
(ayy, 40, i got my 40, hahaha)
n*gga (yeah)
n*gga, uh
yeah (n*gga)
uh (n*gga), uh, uh (n*gga)
n*gga, uh
n*gga, uh

[chorus: wizz havinn]
i can’t perform, they won’t let me get my pole in here (get my pole in here)
make way, n*gga, i’m tryna get the hoes in here (get the hoes in here)
i’m cookin’ up, man, you know i got the bros in here (i got the bros in here)
i’m in the kitchen, i done f*cked up the stove in here (skrrt, skrrt)
you a d*mn narc, you gave the feds a f*ckin’ tip (12)
so many blues on me, i’m yellin’ out, “long live nip” (give ’em h*ll)
you n*ggas try too hard to be like me, this real drip (drip, n*gga)
put that b*tch in a lineup, i’m a real pimp (real pimp, n*gga)

[verse 1: wizz havinn]
he came short yesterday, today, he got skimped (skimped)
these n*ggas lil’ boys to me, i swear they real shrimp (uh)
i had to cut the uh, n*gga, i gave it a real temp (fade)
my pockets got the mumps, n*gga, i’m walkin’ with a limp (uh, dog sh*t, n*gga)
f*cked around, missed the exit, had to take another route (different route)
you ain’t no real trapper n*gga, you ain’t make it through a drought (you ain’t make it through)
i’ll put you in the game, jit, i know the ins and outs (i’ll put you in)
n*ggas ain’t really sellin’ drugs, they tryna claim it for the clout (clout)
real street n*gga comin’ straight up out the f*ckin’ south (the f*ckin’ south, n*gga)
you is not hittin’, take that sh*t up out your f*ckin’ mouth (sh*t is not hittin’)
we had to move the spot because the crackers sittin’, watchin’ the house (new spot)
say the right price and the right bag, then i’ma get it dropped off (for sure)
[chorus: wizz havinn]
i can’t perform, they won’t let me get my pole in here (uh*uh)
make way, n*gga, i’m tryna get the hoes in here (in here)
i’m cookin’ up, man, you know i got the bros in here (n*gga, uh)
i’m in the kitchen, i done f*cked up the stove in here (go ‘head)
you a d*mn narc, you gave the feds a f*ckin’ tip (you’s the police)
so many blues on me, i’m yellin’ out, “long live nip” (i got it on me)
you n*ggas try too hard to be like me, this real drip (yeah)
put that b*tch in a lineup, i’m a real pimp (real pimp)

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
put all them hoes in a line, who sellin’ they p*ssy first?
big*ass stones inside my t**th, when it come to young n*ggas, i was the first (woo, a fifty)
i can tell you ain’t never seen a stove, you don’t know how it work (woo)
i got a model off instagram and i put her to work (n*gga)
make room, let the hoes in
me and wizz brought the loads in
i ain’t gotta point my fingers
when i f*cked up, n*gga, i stood on all ten (woo)
i ain’t bring n0body to my action or put n*ggas in my action
ten hoes in front the club for me and wizz, n*gga, let ’em in (huh?)
i’m in miami weighin’ like five bricks in a f*ckin’ casket
i ain’t even give her backshots, but she call me her pappy
oh, you heard about me? in my city, they gon’ tell you fatt fox pay for addy (location)
oh, you heard about me? i got a couple n*ggas rich for smackin’
[chorus: wizz havinn]
i can’t perform, they won’t let me get my pole in here (uh*uh)
make way, n*gga, i’m tryna get the hoes in here (in here)
i’m cookin’ up, man, you know i got the bros in here (n*gga, uh)
i’m in the kitchen, i done f*cked up the stove in here (go ‘head)
you a d*mn narc, you gave the feds a f*ckin’ tip (you’s the police)
so many blues on me, i’m yellin’ out, “long live nip” (i got it on me)
you n*ggas try too hard to be like me, this real drip (yeah)
put that b*tch in a lineup, i’m a real pimp (real p—)

- wizz havinn ytb fatt lyrics

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