Big Dripper

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La Fuego

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Yuh
Yuh
La Fuego been the king, man
Been telling 'em
Yuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Theo got it so it’s safe)
They call me Big Dripper (Big)
Big Tipper (Big, big)
Money longer, bank bigger (Bank)
That’s more figures (More, more)
If a nigga try to cross me (Cross me)
Pull the trigger
Get his body, grave digger
Word to my nigga (Yuh)
They call me Big Dripper (Big)
Big Tipper (Big, big)
Money longer, bank bigger (Bank)
That’s more figures (More, more)
I walk around like that nigga
The bag bigger
I spent it all on my wrist, that’s a time ticker
(Tick, tick, tick, tick)
When I walk in the store I’m cashin’ it out (Cash)
I pop these tags like there ain’t no amount
I’m chasing the bag, don’t do it for clout
I been the king nigga hand me my crown
I don’t follow waves - this ultrasound (Ultra)
I cannot hear you I’m tripping off loud
Momma I know that one day you’ll be proud
Your son is star he always in the clouds
When I walk in the scene - dripped out the crew
I’ll pay your rent with the price of my shoes
I was made for this shit I cannot lose
You’d swear I’m a dancer the way I make a a moves
I changed my ways but I stuck to my roots
I’m a real nigga and you is a fluke
This shit is bottomless, I got the juice
This ain’t a hardware store, I‘m packin’ tools
I got too much money in the safe
Niggas sneak dissing but say nothing to my face (Nothing to my face)
If you talk that shit I’ll do you like Tay-K, the race
That boy Fuego he done saved us
Coming straight from outta space
They call me Big Dripper (Big)
Big Tipper (Big, big)
Money longer, bank bigger (Bank)
That’s more figures (More, more)
If a nigga try to cross me (Cross me)
Pull the trigger
Get his body, gravedigger
Word to my nigga (Yuh)
They call me Big Dripper (Big)
Big Tipper (Big, big)
Money longer, bank bigger (Bank)
That’s more figures (More, more)
I walk around like that nigga
The bag bigger
I spent it all on my wrist, that’s a time ticker
(Tick, tick, tick, tick)
I’m from that muddy-muddy (Mud)
I’m from the dirt (I’m from the dirt)
This life will treat you real good and then revert (Then revert)
This talent is a blessing and a curse
I been preaching to the streets like this a church (On God)
I came with the bars now you know I can rap
There’s always this stereotype surrounding trap
God-level reached man I’m almost on max
No cap in my rap all I speak is straight facts
I remember them AKs all up in my face
My life could've ended in front of my face
I come from that place if you go to you’re dead
I made it out I make music instead
Don’t let the fame ever get to your head
Provide for the family, get to the bread
I want the smoke I swear I ain’t scared
Life is a bitch and I know it ain’t fair
You got me twisted like it is my hair
Don’t talk to me cause you know I don’t care
Big booty bitch at your ass I can stare
Protect the boy ‘cause you know I am rare
They call me Big Dripper (Big)
Big Tipper (Big, big)
Money longer, bank bigger (Bank)
That’s more figures (More, more)
If a nigga try to cross me (Cross me)
Pull the trigger
Get his body, grave digger
Word to my nigga (Yuh)
They call me Big Dripper (Big)
Big Tipper (Big, big)
Money longer, bank bigger (Bank)
That’s more figures (More, more)
I walk around like that nigga
The bag bigger
I spent it all on my wrist, that’s a time ticker
(Tick, tick, tick, tick)
Big Dripper, Big Tipper
Let’s get it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Jewellery (Jewellery)
Dancing (Dancing)
Michael Jackson (Michael)
Every verse I murder you’d swear I’m an assassin (Assassin)
You put dirt on me I’ll teach you a lesson
You ain’t got shit so tell me, what you flexing?

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