Soulja Boy - New Drip (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Soulja Boy - New Drip (en) Lyrics
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I got that new drip
Shooter pop out with the pool stick
FNN, Draco, extended 30 and
it sittin' on my hip
Thirty-five thousand for the
brand new Rollie, wrist
Bust down my wrist, I flex
like Wrestlemania
I might just go to take
the jet to Australia
Young Drako, nigga know
I’m international
Pull up and serve a pint, know
that I'm taxin' them
Hop in Bugatti, push it to the maximum
Young Drako, nigga I’m drippin'
blood just like Dracula
In the kitchen, in the
trap with a spatula
Whippin' up dope, it's
looking spectacular
Bitch in London fell in
love with vernacular
Count a hundred fifty K, smoking
dope, watching cameras
I'm sippin' codeine and
smoking on cannabis
Jump on a private jet
and now I'm trappin'
FNN, Draco, extended 30 and
it sittin’ on my hip
35 thousand for the brand
new Rollie, wrist
Pull up and serve a pint, know
that I'm taxin’ them
Balenci' my feet, I put it together
Young Drako, nigga I trap any weather
He made the wrong move, you
already know I'ma kill him
Slide in that Bentley, they
think I'm drug dealing
Young Drako, nigga you
know I’m that nigga
I pop out the cut with
my finger on triggers
Flex on that nigga, I made
a quarter million
Slide through the city,
a matte black Bentley
Black Murci' like Batman
Stand in the kitchen, I
beat up the pack, man
Young Drako, nigga I trap
with a strap, man
Pinky ring sittin' on my
wrist cost a black Jag'
Nigga, we drop them bombs just
like Baghdad (Boom!)
We shootin' first, nigga
no we don't clap back
Walk in the VIP, broke nigga back-back
I got a hundred and fifty
thousand in my backpack
Smoking on backwoods, rolling
up dope, serving good crack
Serving the junkies and
fucking the hoodrats
Come to Zone 1, you know
that I took that
Nigga fell off, ain't shoot back
Eliantte got me shining for real
Run up on Drako, get
popped like a pill
Make the wrong move, boy this
shit could get real
I went and dropped a ticket on my ear
Pour up a pint, I'm sippin'
lean not beer
Pull up on plug, then I disappear
VVS diamond, they looking so clear
Bust down my Rollie, it's
looking like burr
A hundred fifty thousand Richard Mille
Zone 1 was signing apartments
and trap with the steel
I cannot stop 'til I get a billion
Stupid ass mansion with
racks to the ceiling
Young Drako, nigga know
I'm international
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