Sauce Twinz - Big Drip Squad (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Sauce Twinz - Big Drip Squad (en) Lyrics
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I got three flip-phones, your
bitch call all of 'em
Your bitch stalk all of 'em,
had to put a pause on her
I got Louis V on, I got double G's on
I got D&G on, shit, I got
three designers on, ayy
Bitches talkin' 'bout Bora Bora,
but ain't even comin' strong
And these niggas broke, been watchin'
Dora, tryna swipe my VLONE
And the opps still drop of course,
lil' nigga, how the
hell we into it so long?
We been on the road for three months,
how we been on tour for so long?
I been gone, chasing paper, been
counting Franklins, huh
Jackson wanna be a bitch about it,
so I took his ass to Jamaica, huh
Fucked his bitch and made him
think about while I'm ridin'
around in Mercedes
In that Mulsanne like a mayor
Blew up fast like crack in the '80s
Ain't shit free, lil'
bitch, come pay me
Thirty-five racks in the stash like KD
I'm a young G.O.A.T. in
this shit, no Jay-Z
VVS diamonds clear like HD
Money obtuse, lil' nigga, you scalene
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma buy new Givenchy
Glock 33, I'ma shoot 'til it empty
Big Backwood, lil' nigga, you skimpy
It's a rat in your circle,
lil' nigga, you finished
I'ma shoot for my name, lil'
nigga, don't tempt me
Just ridin' a wave, you
niggas ain't drippin'
Hundred racks stashed in
the back of the Bentley
New iPhone 'cause the
last three flipped
Three new fours ridin'
down Lake Michigan
I been in this shit, lil'
nigga, you sissy
New big B's and I got 'em from Missy
Fire up the Backwood
Put the bitch in timeout,
she ain't act good
Big booty white bitch act hood
Bought a Louis couch
where I once stood
Boy, ain't no feeling rich
or feel this good
You was with the bitch tryna kiss good
I was with the bitch tryna pimp good
Flight out to Cali, hope the trip good
Know I'm gettin' clovers when
I land like Flip hood
You look at my mouth, it's game over
This a Rolls-Royce, not a Rover
I used to hustle for over
Shoot with the soldiers,
sleep with the cobras
I cut down the grass and exposed 'em
Put the weed wacker up, it got colder
Still walk 'round with my
rocks on my shoulder
People wish I would stop
and be over, woo
These niggas thought I fell off
Well, it turns out I'm well-off
And you wouldn't pop a shell off
Your brother's in jail
and your cousin tell
And you won't send no mail off?
And y'all call a P a sellout?
I should tell you fuck the hell off
That was really your brother,
no stepchild
I thought blood was thicker than water
You buyin' Gucci and Prada
Ain't sent your brother a dollar
Ain't nan' these motherfuckers
loyal, huh
Most niggas hoes from the get-go, ooh
Ran that bag up by myself
Now I'm outside blowin' more
gas than a Citgo, do it
Got more gas than a Citgo, move it
Bandana tied up, right leg Buddha
Got bitches in line, they
beggin' and chosin'
I could get your baby mama buttnaked
all in the studio
Show me that coochie-hole, bitch, hmm
Pills in your bootyhole, bitch, hmm
Can't set me up, know you're acting
for your movie role, huh
I'ma leave you alone, bitch
Leave a nigga drenched
all blood like DMX
I got a hundred-round drum,
consider me a threat
Heard you a snitch, got your people
and your feds, how you ain't dead?
Shoot a nigga, put a nigga
one in his head
Shoot a nigga lookin', then
come through the glass
Cook a nigga, leave a nigga
layin' in the grass
Stupid nigga, you a student
in the hall without a pass
Chastise a nerd-ass nigga,
get harassed
Big dome bully, knock him on his ass
I'll make me an opp nigga
son go sell my packs
Put him on the corner,
cut class, get racks
Huh, with the light voice,
I ain't slime nor slatt
Skuba Steve been a young
thug way before rap
I been get you fucked
up way before rap
No cap, I shoot, I bang,
I scrap, duh, duh
Get you way before rap
I shoot, I bang, I, I scrap, mm-duh
Boy, lil'-ass nigga
Huh, better check your
move, lil'-ass nigga
Better check your temp
Don't act no fool, whole gang
got tools, lil'-ass nigga
With your ho ass
We ain't givin' nigga no pass
Send some shit real quick
at your slow ass, hmm
Get to shootin' at you soon
as you go past, mmm
Got Gucci, got Fendi, got drip on
Big dick for your bitch just to sit on
Make her sell pussy off the flip-phone
Then I put forty-point diamonds
in my earlobe
Drippin' sauce, these lil' pico
All in Miami on a Louis V speedboat
Jumped in the water, found Nemo
Reeled up a bitch, got
paper like Kinko
A nigga sell pussy, not kilo
Take a nigga ass out
the game, Tim Tebow
Shaq and he drive big diesel
Sanch' shoot a nigga like a free throw
Sanch' shoot a nigga like B-roll
Pussy-ass nigga, you is just an actor
Sanch' big bird, I'm a pterodactyl
Bitch call my phone, I
don't never answer
I'm a real pimp, I am not a trapper
Sancho slang iron, that's
a known factor
Heard word 'round town
he a dome cracker
Disrespect him, then you won't
make it home after
Bullets hit hard like a linebacker
Think somethin' sweet 'til them
bitches start flyin' at you
Poppin' shit off like a firecracker
Big Sancho break a bitch down
like a chiropractor
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