Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dipped, artist - The Cool Kids. Date of issue: 24.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dipped |
| Whoa, Kenny! |
| Ayy |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Mic check, one-two |
| Check me out |
| Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback) |
| I don’t smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk) |
| Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup) |
| Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain’t no guts (Yup) |
| You talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck |
| She don’t even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real) |
| A band for some Virgils |
| She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her |
| If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money |
| 'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain’t got it |
| Niggas think it’s funny (Chuck ain’t tripping, I ain’t worried) |
| That’s a metaphor for «I'm sharpening all four corners"(Click-click) |
| You can ask Chuck Norris, I don’t know what the score is |
| But I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash |
| Told your mama I’ma pass, run it back through the legs |
| Touchdown dance, Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!) |
| Folded at the crease |
| White folks: Please don’t call police (Nah) |
| I’m tryna keep the peace |
| But these niggas got a piece |
| (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip |
| (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp |
| (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!) |
| Leave a tip (Tip), I’m finna dip |
| (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip |
| (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp |
| (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp |
| Leave a tip, I’m finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah) |
| Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!) |
| 40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne) |
| Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh) |
| Looked over at him — «What you think, I’m a vic'?"Yeah |
| 'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!) |
| Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down) |
| Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!) |
| To be that goddamn lame must be hard work |
| I tried to change clothes, but I wasn’t folding |
| I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?) |
| And situations get stickier than spilt lime |
| Jits jumping out of the whip, ain’t tryna get time |
| Folded at the crease |
| White folks: Please don’t call police (Nah) |
| I’m tryna keep the peace |
| But these niggas got a piece |
| (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip |
| (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp |
| (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!) |
| Leave a tip (Tip), I’m finna dip |
| (So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip |
| (I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp |
| (I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp |
| Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I’m finna dip |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Go, go, go |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Go, go |