Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

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

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

Shawty see sauce, I guess that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these bitches feel, they the deal, they on my pickle
the way I drip these 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 your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Pedal to the
Racing to that

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

Shawty see this sauce, I guess that's why she wanna dip
I'm who these bitches feel, they know the deal, they on my
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