Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

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

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

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 slip 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 that

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Girl, put your two up
Slide up in that pussy with like two fingers and it juicier
She deuces up
She left her ex and met the
I got them other niggas faded 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 ruin my money, all she do is fuck
Just tell your ex he keep it cool because I will 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 to get this dick though
Chokeslam a bitch up on a bed, I I'm Big Show
her back and cock it, now she bustin' like my pistol
Right after that we get dough, you know how this go

Shawty see this sauce, I that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these bitches feel, they know the deal, they on my
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 with that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I take your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Pedal to the
Racing to that