Текст песни Big Drippa - 2rare
Seventy
Seventies
Evans
I'm
a
big
drippa,
wig
splitter,
lick
hitter
Money
getter,
fuck
with
me,
I
fuck
wit'
ya
Grave
digger,
might
hit
your
ho
wit'
ya
Broke
niggas,
I
don't
get
along
wit'
ya
Move,
go
'head,
hang
with
the
trapaholics
My
niggas
stay
balling
'cause
I
keep
a
shooter
on
deck
Tried
to
keep
it
true
with
them
but
they
on
false
shit
Ho
soaking
wet,
make
her
drip
to
the
floor
(Ooh)
Basket
gang
that,
basket
gang
that
ho
(Hoop)
Make
her
buss,
Lil
Uzi,
Canadian
Goose
I
was
never
Minute
Maid,
bitch,
I
got
the
juice
Drip,
drip,
drip
to
my
shoes
Skip,
skip,
skip
to
my
loot
Let
you
go
hide
but
I'm
seeking
you
If
I
swing
then
they
swing,
bitch,
Babe
Ruth
Don't
let
your
guard
down,
you
get
punched
in
your
mouth
No
shoes
with
no
heat,
I'll
still
run
in
yo'
house
Got
sneaks
on
your
teeth,
you
keep
running
your
mouth
I
get
fly
like
Birdman,
I
might
fly
to
the
South,
uh
Big
lil'
drip,
she
think
she
fuck
with
a
swimmer
3-6-0,
them
spinners,
they
gone
spin
ya
She
know
we
the
ones,
so
she
turn
to
a
stripper
Might
kill
her,
lace
front,
bitch,
I'ma
wig
splitter
I'm
a
big
drippa,
wig
splitter,
lick
hitter
Money
getter,
fuck
with
me,
I
fuck
wit'
ya
Grave
digger,
might
hit
your
ho
wit'
ya
Broke
niggas,
I
don't
get
along
wit'
ya
Move,
go
'head,
hang
with
the
trapaholics
My
niggas
stay
balling
'cause
I
keep
a
shooter
on
deck
Tried
to
keep
it
true
with
them
but
they
on
false
shit
I
declare
war,
they
don't
want
smoke
Roll
an
L,
don't
light
it,
watch
they
follow
Bringing
movie
clips,
yeah,
picture
that
for
show
It
don't
make
sense
if
a
dime
coochie
smell
broke
I
declare
war,
they
don't
want
smoke
I
was
never
spoon
fed,
I
hit
licks,
bro
You
need
a
gang
pic'?
We
can
rock
solo
If
we
catch
a
body,
take
a
trip
to
Puerto
Rico
Puerto
Rico
(Woo!),
Ah,
Puerto
Rico
(Woo!)
A
hundred
thousand,
I
need
ten
of
those
(Woo!)
We
start
chopping
they
go
adios
(Woo!)
Puerto
Rico
(Woo!),
Ah,
Puerto
Rico
(Woo!)
Blow
a
stack
for
the
freak
show
(Woo!)
My
gang
don't
stop
when
they
on
go
mode
(Woo!)
I'm
a
big
drippa,
wig
splitter,
lick
hitter
Money
getter,
fuck
with
me,
I
fuck
wit'
ya
Grave
digger,
might
hit
your
ho
wit'
ya
Broke
niggas,
I
don't
get
along
wit'
ya
Move,
go
'head,
hang
with
the
trapaholics
My
niggas
stay
balling
'cause
I
keep
a
shooter
on
deck
Tried
to
keep
it
true
with
them
but
they
on
false
shit
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