Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dripset, artist - Young M.A. Date of issue: 21.05.2020
Song language: English
Dripset |
| Yo, brodie, yerr |
| Ayy, man, we 'bout to go to Miami, man |
| We 'bout to go to the yams, bro |
| I’m stressed out, man, I need some love, man, yerr |
| Ayy, uh |
| Just drunk a half a bottle of that Hennessy, I’m wavy |
| Had to leave that bitch before she played me |
| My feelings hurt, I can’t even lie, that was my baby |
| But fuck love, love is just a bitch that never paid me |
| Then what’d you do? |
| (What you think?) |
| Went and got a bag like a boss do |
| So next time you wanna have my heart, it’s gon' cost you (Uh) |
| It’s RedLyfe, baby, but my heart blue (My heart blue) |
| My money number one, so listen, ho, you just a part two (Ooh) |
| So play your part, I ain’t got no time for your feelings now |
| Landed in Miami, rent the 'Rari, put the ceiling down |
| Ooh, uh, drip check (Ooh, ooh) |
| Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay) |
| And I got that smile that make your bitch wet (Hello) |
| In Miami like Santana town |
| Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset |
| Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset, ooh, uh |
| And I’m with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| And we spinnin' blocks, gotta watch where the opps hide (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Bad bitch lookin' like a pie, she on thot time (Ooh) |
| Put Henny in her Mai Tai (Ooh), now she on my time (Hello) |
| Then I hit the bro up like let’s go up on a Sunday (Yerr) |
| Five foreigns deep, gang hoggin' up the one-way (Yes) |
| LIV on a Sunday (Hah), we ain’t throwin' chump change (No) |
| Party on the yacht, couple thots and the fuckin' gang (Gang) |
| We ain’t got no worries, drinkin' Henny just to numb the pain (Facts) |
| Big Cuban links, diamonds dancin' off the sun rays (VVs) |
| Ooh, ooh, drip check (Ooh) |
| Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay) |
| And I got that smile that make your bitch wet (Hello) |
| In Miami like Santana town |
| D-D-Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset |
| Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset, uh (Ooh) |
| Jim Jones ballin' (Ooh), big drip saucin' (Hello) |
| Money and respect, got the power like I’m Austin (Facts) |
| Backend money, get like fifteen on the walk in (Like fifteen bands) |
| Fifteen niggas deep, tell the bouncer let my dawgs in (Let 'em in) |
| It’s gon' be a problem if this Glock get to barkin' (Boom, boom, baow) |
| We gon' turn an opp into dog shit (That's a fact) |
| Put a price on 'em like an auction (He don’t want that) |
| My niggas walk shit, we don’t talk shit (Hold on) |
| I collect the bag, give my brother Reem a portion (Gang) |
| And we hit them stores, came off tour with a fortune (We spend that) |
| I’m tried of flexin' on 'em, it’s exhaustin' (I'm tired) |
| Neck on faucet (Ooh), bad bitches on it |
| Ooh, drip check (Okay, okay) |
| Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay) |
| And I got that smile that make your bitch wet (Ooh, ooh, ooh) |
| In Miami like Santana town (Zombie on the track) |
| Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset |
| Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset |
| Dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset (Flex, flex, flex) |