Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

Shawty see this sauce, I guess that's why she dip though
I'm who bitches feel, they know the deal, they on my pickle
Hope the way I drip these 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
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

Headed to them dollar
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
Shawty blow me while I
I'm connected, my word like written in cursive
Gucci shades, lookin' clean up in glasses, dish detergent
I'm Scott and I'm Curt Hennig
Clothes is dripping, Mr.
Bitch, I'm splurging, bad bitch slurping, I hope I don't get to (woo)
I be brain while I'm switchin' lanes
like the rain, drip on everything
I'm flyer than a plane, he think shit a
He must wanna feel the like he Eddie Cane
You could get it, pistol grippin', I slippin'
Ghost Busters, I was trappin', all niggas called me Winston
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 this sauce, I guess that's why she dip though
I'm who bitches feel, they know 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 slip that's why I'm grippin' on my
I'm with that 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 pussy with like two fingers and make it juicier
She throwin' up
She her ex and met the executioner
I got them niggas faded like 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 move us
Don't ruin my money, all she 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 til we get home 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 like my pistol
Right after that we get dough, you know how shit go

Shawty see sauce, I guess 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 don't think I'm a lick though
I afford to slip that's why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding with that four-oh,
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