Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

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 don't think I'm a lick though
I can't to slip 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

Headed to them dollar
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
Shawty me while I drive
I'm connected, that's my word like in cursive
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 brain while I'm switchin' lanes
like the rain, drip on everything
I'm flyer a plane, he think shit a game
He must wanna feel the rain he Eddie Cane
You get it, pistol grippin', I ain't slippin'
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 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 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 with that four-oh,
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 throwin' 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
It's just the two of us and my 40 cal, you know it move us
ruin my money, all she wanna do is fuck
Just tell your ex he better keep it 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 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 bustin' like my
Right after that we get dough, you know how shit go

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 these haters don't 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 your hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Pedal to the
Racing to that