For the Drip
Edward McMann
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Weight on wrist is getting hefty Pree the rocks for the ones who overslept me Put some shine on that ice like I’m Gretzky I say I wan f*ck and she gone let me Hate me but you ain’t ever met me Please forgive me for the fact she won’t forget me Vocal get her shit wetty like a jetski Run this shit like CARDIo so don’t Offset me Bruddas deep, on my feet, pockets greazy In the street bitches wave like I’m Beasley Chucking up the deuces like I’m Breezy Certified G like I’m Eazy I can do this eyes closed, Jordan at the free throw Do it for my bros, for that green, for that Cee Lo I can't have no hoe cause I don’t f*ck on the d low Don’t talk to my face baby talk to my libido They whisper kill Edward like I’m J Cole Fire with the bars vocal Draco Gold drip smoke purp like the lake show Off that loud non stop like i'm Drake tho God damn might fly me out to Tijuana Foreplay 4 ways with 2 maricona Word to Joyner yeah these bitches hotter than a sauna Too hot, had to roll me up so marijuana Do it for the YSL yeh Balenziaga on the kicks yeh Finna do it for myself yeh Just to cop me a new whip yeh Ghosting in the v12 yeh Drop the top I flip the switch yeh Spend it all before I die yeh Cause in hell you can’t be rich yeh Yeah we do it for the gram yeh Yeah we do it for the drip yeh Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh Yeah we do it for the gram yeh Yeah we do it for the drip yeh Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh I’d do it all for the pesos Taylor, OVO see what I’m bringing to the table At 18 wanting myself a J-Lo With no halo Increase my net worth to date Camila Cabello Now take notes That pussy put me in a matrix Im drunk in love, fuckin wasted Her and liqueur all I’m chasing Got that bitch all black panties like I’m racist Yeah I told her hop in the coupe Bottle of Ciroc, pree the stars on the roof Gripping on her thigh got her running like the Juice I put it in her slow then I spit it in the booth Other mans ain’t got it cut ties ye 34, on the jersey no lies yeah One hand out like the Heisman Yeah I put a baby inside it Lyrics ain’t dead yeah I got an abundance Like her panties on my floor yeah I got them in bunches Half you rappers ain’t shit my flows could make you redundant I want all the smoke, 1 on 1 with the pundits Max my contract, tell em meet me in London Put that pen to paper turn a nothing to something Notes on my phone my choice of weapon for hunting Contract killer White Tiller slang me some 0s for the funding Do it for the YSL yeh Balenziaga on the kicks yeh Finna do it for myself yeh Just to cop me a new whip yeh Ghosting in the v12 yeh Drop the top I flip the switch yeh Spend it all before I die yeh Cause in hell you can’t be rich yeh Yeah we do it for the gram yeh Yeah we do it for the drip yeh Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh Yeah we do it for the gram yeh Yeah we do it for the drip yeh Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh
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