Luyện nghe bài hát Drip or Drown Remix

Yeah,

Two Benzes, one Coupe, and two Beamers
Think I'm a seamstress, I in the cleaners
2k my sweatsuit, I walk demeanor
Sippin' on lean, can you me who leaner
Showin' me pics of your ho, I seen her
Twenty-three racks got me feeling Tinker
I like bitch 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum with two on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin like he been shippin' packs
And we back, yeah, that's a
Lately I promise I on my bull
You get shot, acting like you cool
Drip to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a
my brother, he stay with a tool
If you won't pop it, boy it to Tuan
Flipped in your bitch, dawg her a pond
like a swan laying in the Don Juan
Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy,
Fuck these new niggas, I ain't 'em, too
My a fairy,
she walk a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle
That's not a joke, that boy can't wait ot
TEC-9, no 'tussin, these stripper hoes
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, buzzin'

I got woodgrain on my Buckle
Cool quarter in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta
Born the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she bend shit over
They say lately I lookin' like dollars
high waters, I dress like a golfer
We in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas
They ain't the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a
Watch how I drip when I hit Met Gala
Codeine I sip my lip, don't get splattered
told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this like family don't matter
I got back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my just swear
blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn pointers in my bezel
We too fast, it get slimy as ever
is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It's a Rolls Royce, and it with umbrellas
2018 and Porsche Carrera

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Killin' these hoes, to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I athletic
Run that up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin' cash, it was times we ain't have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like
Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin',
in LA, Gunna fuckin' the baddest
FN plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in with this fashion
for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats 'cause you always be
Niggas ain't eatin', stop cappin', you fastin'
Can't get no sleep 'cause my is all action
See how shit happened, I it in rappin'

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Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
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