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 with demeanor
Sippin' on lean, can you tell me who
Showin' me of your ho, I done seen her
Twenty-three racks got me like Tinker
I your bitch 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made ho cum with two rings on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin look he been shippin' packs
And we back, yeah, that's a
Lately I promise I been on my
You finna get shot, like you cool
to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a fool
Sicko my brother, he stay with a
If you pop it, boy pass it to Tuan
Flipped in your bitch, her pussy a pond
Feel like a 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 with a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle
That's not a joke, that boy wait ot tussle
TEC-9, no 'tussin, stripper hoes bussin'
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, keep

I got on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my duffle
I won again so you gotta shuffle
Born the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through Dior bifocals
I get me head, she bend that shit over
They say lately I been lookin' dollars
high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain't no Impalas
They ain't have the new but I got baby bottles
Shoppin' at Barney, I drip a model
Watch how I drip I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, get splattered
Doctor told me I got l in my bladder
Run through cash like family don't matter
I got your back, feel the pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner swear
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at
VVS they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the
It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche

pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter (hey)
Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
or drown, ooh

Killin' hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel
Run shit up, bought my partner a Patek
this cash, it was times we ain't have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the smell like acid
Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin',
Vibes in LA, Gunna the baddest
FN plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love this fashion
Prayin' for all of my bros we Catholic
Lifetime of hats 'cause you be cappin'
Niggas ain't eatin', stop cappin', you ain't
Can't get no sleep 'cause my life is all
See how shit happened, I made it in

pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter (hey)
Two (hey)
amounts, ooh
Shop (hey)
down, ooh
Drip or (hey)
or drown, ooh