Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doctor Pepper, artist - Diplo. Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doctor Pepper |
| Put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Feeling so clean, it don’t get no fresher |
| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure |
| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Chilling in the freezer when I’m under pressure |
| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Can’t handle this volume |
| Can’t handle this |
| Can’t handle this song |
| But you going bounce to this shit |
| Bounce to this shit |
| Bounce to this shit |
| Put your this face on, lemme see you bounce to this shit |
| Phone calling I’m pressing red |
| Only red cup that’s in my hand |
| I ain’t got the time, so why you asking |
| I got a flight to catch, I’m always traveling |
| They packing |
| Put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Feeling so clean, it don’t get no fresher |
| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure |
| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Drivin' backwards through Rome in a Range Rover |
| You skatin' on thin ice, Anna Kournikova |
| Rap game Tony Danza with the hot handles |
| No tint on the glasses, Colonel Sanders |
| I can Las Vegas valet at the Wynn |
| The burly boys in the candy blueberry Benz |
| I done rock more ice than Michelle Kwan |
| Aw shit, look who it is: the white Barry Bonds |
| A heavy weight, you a feather weight |
| I can meditate, make my drum levitate |
| I used to go campin' in that inward flannel |
| Ghost stories over Versace candles |
| RiFF! |
| Put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Feeling so clean, it don’t get no fresher |
| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure |
| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Put it on ice like the musicals |
| Shootin' for the top no Call of Duty though |
| Doctor weather sippin', sippin on her like a Dr Pepper |
| I ain’t thinkin' with my pecker |
| But when I am in Atlanta she know 'Mac a spender |
| Swerve like landos when they catching canvas |
| Women gettin friendly treasure landin pimpin |
| And the windows tinted and this shit is bangin |
| Leave this bitch there, goddamn |
| Chick with me and she far from dizzy |
| But she kinda dizzy from these round trips |
| And she talkin money you don’t hear a quip |
| Every last nigga |
| Makin' anthems with my lady |
| Going on tangents, making papers |
| Haters that play it just bring green |
| Two million and a half, Charlie Sheen |
| Wrist glisten and the neck glean |
| So supreme like sean stussy |
| Grip the pistol, it’s easy choosing |
| So in any battle, ain’t no better than losing |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper |
| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure |
| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |