Drippin' Sawce
Mike Frush
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I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce Throwback on my toes rocking retro dead stock Count up everything but loss I'm the motherfucking boss yeah I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce Please no photos lemme walk lemme walk Issa thot, Issa nah I might climb up in my Bentley rocket ship and blast off Popping tags, everybody got a cost If that's your chick well that's the chick you just lost She a freak hoe, she get it from her mom Dropped a molly in her own drink now she gone, yeah she gone But she know what I want TSA done held us up because the pussy too bomb I got her calling out Allah (Praise Allah) She don't know she fucking with a God (God damn) And I ain't fucking less she got a bag, roger that Shout-out to them girls that like to holla back, follow back Told her holla if she got a snap Ion give my number cause I prolly never call her back Neck blue so cold Issa ice age I ain't never liked a bitch the way I like chains I like my ass like my blunts no lightweight Finger f*ck a Philly roll a 7 like a dice game I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce Throwback on my toes rocking retro dead stock Count up everything but loss I'm the motherfucking boss yeah I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce Please no photos lemme walk lemme walk Issa thot, Issa nah I might climb up in my Bentley rocket ship and blast off One hunnid, two hunnid, blue hunnids Mama raised a winner nah I never lose nothing Except my my patience, for example when a dude bugging Someone tell that ugly little bitch to come and do something (Pussy) And I'm too fresh to die Keep Versace on the belt with the pasta on the side Yeah, everybody know me never seen you in my life Think they need to quit lion they ain't running with the pride I love Makonen but we going up on Monday Bottle service got a model twerking on the runway God is working, now her knees is hurting like it's Sunday You can't sit with us boy you too soft look like a bundt cake I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce Throwback on my toes rocking retro dead stock Count up everything but loss I'm the motherfucking boss yeah I'm dripping sauce dripping sauce Please no photos lemme walk lemme walk Issa thot, Issa nah I might climb up in my Bentley rocket ship and blast off
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