Drippin’ Songtext
von Dolan Beats

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Lil Boat
Yeah, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Bitch I′m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I′m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′ bitch

Bitch I′m drippin' on these niggas, drip drop
This a real Rollie, it don′t tick tock
Savage ride around the city with that Glock
With that dick on it, I'ma let it pop
Let it pop, yeah, bitch you better run
It ain′t no fun when Young Savage got the gun
I drop bombs on these niggas like Osama
Keep that Don Cannon, they don't want no drama

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I′m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′ bitch


Flyest nigga you ever seen
I'm the king of the teens
Hydro codeine, servin′ beans to the fiends
My new bitch Billie Jean, old bitch Tina Turner, keep the burner
Old hundreds, Tom Joyner, my new bitch is a foreigner
My new wrist cost a 36, that's a quarter brick, that′s three shows
I could've iced my earlobe, I′d rather split it with my bros

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′
Bitch I′m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin' bitch

Ooee, lil bitch I′m Sauce Farrakhan
Sauce like my sauce alarm
I got so much flavor, nigga swear to God that I'm Tony Chachere′s son
Ain't your mama, might be my mama
Drippin′ sauce, how I make the commas
Pourin' everything out the bottle
Red bottom feet, hand-made iguana
When I walk off it's a murder scene
Rolls on my wrist, it look burgundy
I made your bitch buy a fur for me
It wasn′t even cold, hell it was free
Sauce ebola, epidemic, got the world drippin′ over
Thanks to Sauce Hova, now I'm on a lil boat with 21 soldiers

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin′ bitch