Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

Shawty see sauce, I guess that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who bitches feel, they know the deal, they on my pickle
the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a lick though
I afford to slip that's why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding 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

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

Shawty see sauce, I guess 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 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 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 that

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

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
Hope the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a though
I can't afford to that's why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding with that four-oh,
I might take your
Pedal to the
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah