Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

Shawty see this sauce, I guess why she wanna dip though
I'm who these feel, they know the deal, they on my pickle
the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a lick though
I can't afford to slip why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm with that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
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

Headed to them dollar
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
blow me while I drive
I'm connected, that's my word like written in
Gucci shades, lookin' clean up in them glasses, detergent
I'm Scott Hall and I'm 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' like the rain, drip on
I'm flyer than a plane, he shit a game
He must feel the rain like he Eddie Cane
You could get it, grippin', I ain't slippin'
Ghost Busters, I was trappin', all them called me Winston
Bitch, I am of no religion, but my are Christian
Got bag, you know I'm drippin'
I tee up, it ain't Lipton

Shawty see this sauce, I guess that's why she 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 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
Pedal to the
to that dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

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Girl, put your two up
Slide up in that pussy 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 'em hell like they was Lucifer, now cut the music
It's just the two of us and my 40 cal, you know it with us
ruin my money, all she wanna do is fuck
Just tell your ex he better keep it cool because I will shoot up
She said God sent the male of her dreams, but I'm just racing to that door like the bell the ring
She said she can't til we get home to get this dick 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 this sauce, I guess that's why she wanna dip
I'm who these bitches feel, they 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 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
to that dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah