| 30 hanging out the ride side
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| All my choppas ducking, they don’t like guys
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| Getting to the chicken like i’m popeyes
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| Gotta hit the kitchen make the block hot
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| Went jewelery shopping in paris (ooh)
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| All of my bitches rock karats (ooh)
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| These niggas love my appearance (ooh)
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| I be brushing up on my new metrics (ayy)
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| I ain’t been getting no sleep, I was on the run from the police
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| You was on the run in the nose bleeds
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| You a rat, but you ain’t getting no cheese
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| I’m cute but I be with the OG’s
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| You ain’t getting the pussy, nigga proceed
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| I know all the bitches that you go see
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| Nigga run your money up and smoke weed
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| Drippin on these hoes, I’m dr-drippin on these hoes
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| I just pulled another four, I’m t-tippin on fo-fours
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| Your bitch round here with that booger sugar dripping from her nose
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| I make messes where I step, sauce dripping from my toes (uh)
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| Tell the bitch hit me up if you need me
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| She sent a DM, I ain’t read it
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| Ya I’m cool, but I’m kinda conceited
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| Caught a wave and they trying to repeat it
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| I came in the came with a check on me
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| I’m the one, lil bitch, you can bet on it
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| When my name come up, put some respect on it
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| Bad wrist, bout to drop a patek on it (ooh)
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| Can’t name another bitch as cold as me
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| Your bitch high cause I roll the weed
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| Shit I drive, came from over seas
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| My new whip is just for me, ain’t got no other seats
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| 28 inches, I’m Pocahontas
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| 28 grams, I’m smokahontas
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| Before I could how to read, I knew how to count it
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| I got up out the rolls up out it
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| I think I’m the shit and I must be
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| Cause I ain’t met a bitch that could touch me
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| I hope bitches good at math, I got problems for these hoes
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| I be making bitches mad, I got drama for these hoes
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| Boy, these hoes ain’t got no cash, I got commas on these hoes
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| I go fuck off with your daddy, bitch I’m mamma to these hoes
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| You just tryna get some pussy, nigga sit down and be humble
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| Ain’t not fucking me for free, what tax bracket is you under?
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| I want blunts, I want hundreds, I want some bundles and a frontal
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| I could get that shit myself, but I would rather spend his money
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| I’m a racked up boss bitch, act tough you off bitch
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| You can’t go to war with me, you broke, and that shit costs bitch
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| I’m a racked up boss bitch, act tough you off bitch
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| You can’t go to war with me, you broke, and that shit costs bitch
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| I hope bitches good at math, I got problems for these hoes
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| I be making bitches mad, I got drama for these hoes
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| Boy, these hoes ain’t got no cash, I got commas on these hoes
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| I got fuck off with your daddy, bitch I’m mamma to these hoes
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| Tell these bitches get they’re bread up or get they’re head bust
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| I be piling up them blue hunnids in the red duffle
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| All you bitches like to talk, but you bitches scared of us
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| He can’t diss me if he licked me, keep it real i fed niggas
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| If he try to disrespect me, it’s gon be some dead niggas
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| Ain’t no need to be repeated, you heard what I said nigga
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| Ya nigga they seen her, riding round with that Nina
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| Send your nigga to rehab, this pussy good and he feening
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| Trina |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Watch The Drip , by - Trina. Song from the album Trina Presents: RMG Compilation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп