Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feeling My Drip, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 16.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feeling My Drip |
| They gon' feel my drip |
| They gon' feel my drip |
| Yeah, they gon' feel my drip |
| Yeah, I’m stacking these chips, I’m getting this paper |
| Smoking this cookie, it’s all in the air |
| Y’all got an advantage, it really ain’t fair |
| I’m the president, you niggas the mayor |
| I’m not a P, but I’m a player |
| Two fingers and a thumb, up in the air |
| Bitch, I’m a shotta, my drip is so rare |
| Put kids on her face like a fucking daycare |
| Choppa the man, but Choppa so rude |
| I’m rockin' Balmains, don’t fuck with the trues |
| Teachers wanna fuck me when I’m in school |
| She suck on my dick, and I like when she drool |
| I’m the hottest when I step on the scene |
| Promethazine, I’m walkin' with a lean |
| Run up on me you gon' see a red beam |
| Addicted to money, I think I’m a fiend |
| Fuck the other side, niggas don’t like me |
| Never been a shooter, nigga just fight me |
| Iced out, got more ice than hockey |
| Bitches say that a nigga too cocky |
| Beat the pussy left right like i’m Rocky |
| Pull out, baby girl come top me |
| Ion want it if the shit ain’t sloppy |
| Deep throatin' just do it like Nike (Just do it, ho) |
| They gon' feel my drip (They gon' feel it, yeah) |
| They gon' feel my drip (They gon' feel it, yeah) |
| Yeah, they gon' feel my drip (They gon' feel it, yeah) |
| They gon' feel my drip (They gon' feel it, they gon' feel it) |
| I’m ballin' hard, you would think I’m a loss |
| Took a loss, now a young nigga bossin' |
| Breakin' these niggas down like a cloth |
| Catch him in traffic, and then I’ma off him |
| They copy my drip, and how I maneuver |
| Bangin' a shotta, but hang with some trulas |
| Beefin' with me, over computers |
| See him in traffic, my nigga gon' do him |
| Hot nigga, cuz I say with the heater |
| Spent a couple bands, just for some sneakers |
| Massed up, bitch I’m robbin' the preacher |
| Sorry lord, but a young nigga need it |
| Plug walking when I step in Giuseppe’s |
| Money green, like a pile of lettuce |
| Sticked up, lil' bitch come test me |
| This shit not sweet, it’s gon' get deadly |
| I’m goin' fed like bag, yo |
| Two bitches, that’s uno, dos |
| He say I’m a hoe, boy hell no |
| I’m tough as nails like a rail-road |
| Boss nigga, lost in the sauce, nigga |
| Rollie on me, how much it cost, nigga |
| Say you tough, but you really soft, nigga |
| Killing these niggas like the Holocaust, nigga |
| Bitch |
| Bitch |
| Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch |
| Bitch |