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DRIP Lyrics by CUSMI FED

HBT by CUSMI FED

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Do we need an intro
I don’t know ho, my nose feelin’ froze tho
Distracted by the cast of your shadow


Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Hit me
Six feet
Baby
Leaking
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Which One
Which Way
Choices
Kanye


Stop this
I’ve been throwing papers it’s been feelin like the office
Ratchet
I can’t take you out you need some practice
Lavish
Got a couple duffles and a basket
Exit
Speak out you gon end up in a casket


Chug a fitty, gettin’ litty in the city baby
Double cup, not enough you sippin from a kiddie cup
Huddle up, jitter bug, its feelin like a cluster fuck
In my head, we be dead, bitches be in wonderland

Glass slipper nigga
Gonna catch you trippin nigga
The Trigger feelin’ lighter than a feather nigga
Glass slipper nigga
Gonna catch you trippin nigga
From a glass house to the fuckin trap house

You a rat now, caught you with a big mouth
Ass fat now, caught you with your ass out
Turn the dot off, hit you with the acog
It’s a lot now, cool off with the

Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Hit me
Six feet
Baby
Leaking
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Which One
Which Way
Choices
Kanye

Stop this
I’ve been throwing papers it’s been feelin like the office
Ratchet
I can’t take you out you need some practice
Lavish
Got a couple duffles and a basket
Exit
Speak out you gon end up in a casket


Follow me
Slowly becomin’ a fascist
Look at me
I’ll be livin calabasas
Pass this
Rev rev
Like an engine
Begin ‘nother lesson


Say you smoke a lot of pot dog, this really ain’t a lot
Pulled over by the cops, this a Rollie not a watch
Any moment I could pop off, you don’t want a job yeah
Meet me at the drop off, I just want the bag yeah

Swear that you are worse off, hit you with the mag
I been feelin’ lost dog, and a little sad
Nothin but a boss dog, you off just tad
But I think that ur hot yeah, smashing like a derby

He be talkin wordy I’m feelin kinda nerdy
Others speakin’ scurvy, complete with the black teeth
Why you in a hurry, you got me kinda worried
Complete with the Jersey, reppin till my death dog

This is no contest, bitch I’m better than the rest (yuh)
Snort the white like crest, got a lot on my chest (yuh)
Cardiac arrest, y’all think life’s a fuckin test (hmph)
I think it’s a joke, swallow pills until I choke (choke)
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"DRIP" appears on "HBT by CUSMI FED".

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