Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

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

Headed to them dollar
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
blow me while I drive
I'm connected, that's my word like written in
Gucci shades, lookin' clean up in glasses, dish detergent
I'm Hall 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 gettin' brain I'm switchin' lanes
Feelin' like the rain, drip on
I'm flyer than a plane, he think shit a
He must wanna feel the rain like he Cane
You could get it, pistol grippin', I ain't
Busters, I was trappin', all them 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 guess 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 slip why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding with that four-oh,
I might take hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Pedal to the
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

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Girl, put your two up
Slide up in that pussy with like two fingers and make it
She throwin' up
She left her ex and met the
I got them other niggas like a Boosie cut
Girl, we gon give 'em like they was Lucifer, now cut the music
just the two of us and my 40 cal, you know it move with us
Don't my money, all she wanna do is fuck
Just your ex he better keep it cool because I will shoot shit up
She said God sent the male of her dreams, but I'm just racing to that door the bell from the ring
She said she can't wait til we get to get this dick though
Chokeslam a up on a bed, I think I'm Big Show
Pull her back and cock it, now she bustin' like my
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
Hope the way I drip these don't think I'm a lick though
I can't afford to slip that's why I'm grippin' on my
I'm with that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I take your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah