Young M.A - Dripset (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young M.A - Dripset (en) Lyrics
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Yo, brodie, yerr
Ayy, man, we 'bout to go to Miami, man
We 'bout to go to the yams, bro
I'm stressed out, man, I need
some love, man, yerr
Just drunk a half a bottle of
that Hennessy, I'm wavy
Had to leave that bitch
before she played me
My feelings hurt, I can't even
lie, that was my baby
But fuck love, love is just
a bitch that never paid me
Then what'd you do? (What you think?)
Went and got a bag like a boss do
So next time you wanna have my heart,
it's gon' cost you (Uh)
It's RedLyfe, baby, but my heart
blue (My heart blue)
My money number one, so listen,
ho, you just a part two (Ooh)
So play your part, I ain't got
no time for your feelings now
Landed in Miami, rent the 'Rari,
put the ceiling down
Ooh, uh, drip check (Ooh, ooh)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist
wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make
your bitch wet (Hello)
In Miami like Santana town
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset,
dripset, ooh, uh
And I'm with my guys, all foreigns
at the stop sign (Skrrt, skrrt)
And we spinnin' blocks, gotta watch
where the opps hide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bad bitch lookin' like a pie,
she on thot time (Ooh)
Put Henny in her Mai Tai (Ooh),
now she on my time (Hello)
Then I hit the bro up like let's
go up on a Sunday (Yerr)
Five foreigns deep, gang hoggin'
up the one-way (Yes)
LIV on a Sunday (Hah), we ain't
throwin' chump change (No)
Party on the yacht, couple thots
and the fuckin' gang (Gang)
We ain't got no worries, drinkin' Henny
just to numb the pain (Facts)
Big Cuban links, diamonds dancin'
off the sun rays (VVs)
Ooh, ooh, drip check (Ooh)
D-D-Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset,
dripset, uh (Ooh)
Jim Jones ballin' (Ooh), big
drip saucin' (Hello)
Money and respect, got the power
like I'm Austin (Facts)
Backend money, get like fifteen on
the walk in (Like fifteen bands)
Fifteen niggas deep, tell the bouncer
let my dawgs in (Let 'em in)
It's gon' be a problem if this Glock
get to barkin' (Boom, boom, baow)
We gon' turn an opp into dog
shit (That's a fact)
Put a price on 'em like an auction
(He don't want that)
My niggas walk shit, we don't
talk shit (Hold on)
I collect the bag, give my brother
Reem a portion (Gang)
And we hit them stores, came off tour
with a fortune (We spend that)
I'm tried of flexin' on 'em,
it's exhaustin' (I'm tired)
Neck on faucet (Ooh),
bad bitches on it
Ooh, drip check (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your
bitch wet (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
In Miami like Santana town
(Zombie on the track)
Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset
Dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset
(Flex, flex, flex)
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