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, know the deal, they on my pickle
Hope the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a lick
I afford to slip 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 that

Headed to them signs
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
Shawty me while I drive
I'm connected, that's my like written in cursive
Gucci shades, lookin' up in them glasses, dish detergent
I'm Hall and I'm Curt Hennig
Clothes is dripping, Mr.
Bitch, I'm splurging, bad bitch slurping, I hope I get to swervin' (woo)
I be brain while I'm switchin' lanes
Feelin' like the rain, 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, grippin', I ain't slippin'
Ghost Busters, I was trappin', all them niggas called me
Bitch, I am of no religion, but my Louboutins are
Got bag, you know I'm drippin'
When I tee up, it ain't

Shawty see this sauce, I guess why she wanna dip though
I'm who these 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 on my pistol
I'm riding with that four-oh,
I might take your
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

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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 other niggas faded like a cut
Girl, we gon give 'em hell they was Lucifer, now cut the music
It's the two of us and my 40 cal, you know it move with us
Don't ruin my money, all she wanna do is
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 racing to that door like the bell from the ring
She said she wait 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 like my pistol
Right after that we get dough, you know how this go

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 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 that four-oh,
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