Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

Shawty see this sauce, I that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these bitches feel, they know the deal, on my pickle
the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a lick though
I can't afford to slip why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm with that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I might take hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

Headed to them signs
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
Shawty blow me while I
I'm connected, that's my word like written in
Gucci shades, lookin' up in them glasses, dish detergent
I'm Scott Hall and I'm Curt
Clothes is dripping, Mr.
Bitch, I'm splurging, bad slurping, I hope I don't get to swervin' (woo)
I be brain while I'm switchin' lanes
Feelin' like the rain, on everything
I'm flyer than a plane, he think shit a
He wanna feel the rain like he Eddie Cane
You could get it, pistol grippin', I ain't
Ghost Busters, I was trappin', all niggas called me Winston
Bitch, I am of no religion, but my Louboutins are
Got that bag, you know I'm
When I tee up, it ain't

Shawty see this sauce, I that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these bitches feel, know the deal, they on my pickle
Hope the way I drip haters don't think I'm a lick though
I can't afford to that's why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding with four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I might take your
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to that

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Girl, put your two up
Slide up in that with like two fingers and make it juicier
She throwin' up
She her ex and met the executioner
I got them other faded like a Boosie cut
Girl, we gon 'em hell like they was Lucifer, now cut the music
It's just the two of us and my 40 cal, you it move with us
ruin my money, all she wanna do is fuck
Just tell your ex he better keep it cool because I will shoot up
She said God sent the male of her dreams, but I'm racing to that door like the bell from the ring
She said she can't wait til we get home to get dick though
Chokeslam a up on a bed, I think I'm Big Show
her back and cock it, now she bustin' like my pistol
Right that we get dough, you know how this shit go

Shawty see this sauce, I that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these feel, they know the deal, they on my pickle
Hope the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a lick
I can't afford to that's why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding with that four-oh,
I might your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Pedal to the
to that dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah