| Ayy, ayy, I’m drippin' again
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| The way that I drip this shit should be a sin
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| Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends
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| I’m not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz
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| Ayy, they told me don’t spend
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| I went got the racks and I did it again
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| Ayy, I think she a twin
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| Plus she got red calamari skin
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| Ayy, you don’t got man, the sugars just ripened so pour it on in
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| I went to school, got suspended
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| I told her I want some head, bobby pin
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| If the lil' kid don’t got class, yeah we calling truancy
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| I ain’t had no money to spend
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| I got my first check and went paid off my rent
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| I poured a four from the clouds down (gah-gah)
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| And my head float in them places
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| I’m on the phone with big bro now (goddamn)
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| He told me to keep Benz on the race
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| Until you see it like this, I promise man you’d never think it exists
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| Straight out a jet to the crib, I’m quick with the switch
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| Man we never miss, okay (gah-gah)
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| 'Bout to turn up in the club and back the fuck up
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| We ain’t takin' no pictures
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| See all the wings in the front, it’s us, we had to triple the digits
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| See all those sexy mamas blowing kisses, man
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| We had to grant all they wishes (gah)
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| Casamigos got me spendin', but I want some spendin' some out wit' some dealers,
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| let’s go
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| I’m rocking Dior Sauvage
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| I’m higher than Scotty, they calling me Pippen
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| I got some Cartier vision, it costs me six thousand, I’m washing it with me
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| Money’s the reason I’m sinning
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| Money’s the reason I gotta take Ritalin
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| You niggas talking 'bout women
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| Just shut the fuck up, yeah I’m taking ya plenty
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| I put Chanel on a belt buckle, of when my price is half off
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| I keep a stick for my cover, got way more girls than Hugh Hefner
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| Got the same name as the butler
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| But more money than Ashley and her mother
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| Got a bag with full of sherbet, I’m 'bout to smoke like a murder
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| Ayy, ayy, I’m dripping again
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| The way that I drip this shit should be a sin
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| Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends
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| I’m not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz
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| Ayy, they told me don’t spend
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| I went got the racks and I did it again
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| Ayy, I think she a twin
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| Plus she got red calamari skin
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| Ayy, you don’t got man, the sugars just ripened so pour it on in
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| I went to school, got suspended
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| I told her I want some head, bobby pin
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| If the lil' kid don’t got class, yeah we calling truancy
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| I ain’t had no money to spend
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| I got my first check and went paid off my rent
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| Ooh, hop out the back of the turn up, avoid all the cameras, I did it on purpose
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| She tryna act like she perfect, I see all the masks that you leave on the
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| surface
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| She made me write all my verses in cursive
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| She need all them purses at Hermes
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| That’s like 25 racks and we always on a roll, man we always working, let’s go
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| Ay, bitch I’ma pour some Act, got some brand new graffiti, it’s going down my
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| back
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| I got Chanel slippers, Gucci panties, baby girl you can pick
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| I get Giuseppe Zanotti’s a night, I spent half a million designer on kids
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| I got Chanel slippers, Gucci panties, baby girl you can pick
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| I got so high, went off the equator, I feel like Buzz Lightyear
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| I met a broad, skinny like nails, and I was richer than ice cream
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| I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron
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| Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express
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| I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron
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| Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express
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| I’m in London, got my beat from London |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sin , by - Young Thug. Song from the album On The Rvn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп