Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DRIP DROP, artist - Jack Harlow. Album song Loose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Generation Now
Song language: English
DRIP DROP |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Hey |
If you want it you can have it, that my old style |
Moving through the night just like an old coy- |
-Yote, low profile, sippin' something, got my piss lookin' like the Oh-hi |
Push it 'til it’s broke down |
Somethin' like my momma when I take the bag home to her |
Con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs |
If you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewers |
She the one I wrote this song for |
And she put it on while she puttin' on the contour |
Phone calls from the concourse |
Long way from home and that pussy what I long for |
But, for now I’m on the clock, uh |
Give myself off to you right before I knock |
Once I’m back home, then you know it’s Yung Joc |
We gon' set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock |
I’m a uhh, big shot, uh |
I can’t eat it cold, so I hope this shit’s hot |
I can’t eat the leftovers out the Ziploc |
It’s a mental thing for me, I can’t really explain it |
I know we’re friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes |
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have |
I know the beat ain’t really hot 'til I’m pacin' around |
And I’m pacin' right now |
Yeah, this shit knockin' |
And she, and she, she tryin' give noggin (Oof!) |
Tryin' show the youngin' what the tip top is |
But see me, I’m just tryin' see what the drip drop is, uh |
Hit it once, she say that we been talkin', uh |
I don’t mind, I’m enjoyin' the company |
And it’s validatin' for me, fill the void I been strugglin' with |
I rock a soldier out of Troy when I’m bussin' this shit |
It’s an infection I avoid, I been wantin' to kick |
But, I been flip floppin', huh |
Indecisive how I’m tryin' get poppin' (Ooh!) |
Plain cheeseburger, I don’t get toppin' |
Chauncy tryin' show me what the crip walk is |
CyHi, yeah, huh |
Drip droppin' |
Call the maintenance man, I don’t fix faucets, huh |
Smokin' strong, can’t quit coughin' |
Valentino with the Louis, boy, I mix sauces |
Big bosses over here, girl, I’m Rick Rossin', huh |
Big toppin' what the chicks gossip |
She like my last CD, I guess she disc jockin' |
Spokin' word over bass, I be grid lockin' |
She was bad so I had to take the bitch shoppin' |
Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick tockin', huh |
Hurry up before my dick soften |
She put the panties on backwards, got her criss crossin', huh |
Send her home in some sweatpants |
She vegan so I hit her with the eggplant, huh |
Her daddy rich so so I’m Stedman, huh |
Vetements Gucci headband, huh |
She said I’m better than her ex man |
«If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man» |
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant |
I am not your nigga, I’m your bestfriend, huh |
Shhh, quit talkin' |
I just wanna' know what the drip drop is, huh |
I pull her hair, girl, I rip stockins' |
If you ain’t fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks then |
Never take the hat off, boy, I’m Kid Rockin' |
She said, «I'm sorry, I don’t get that type of dick often» |
Honey gold diggin' hoe be tryin' to pick pocket |
So I’m swip swappin' |
Got a thick chocolate |
Little chick from the market, caught her wrist watchin' |
Now we at the crib and we binge watchin' |
I’m straight forward on some Chris Rock shit |
I’m just tryin' to see what the drip drop is, huh |