Tory Lanez - Dripping lyrics

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Tory Lanez - Dripping lyrics

Intro] (Got it on smash) [Verse] They gotta air it out, I cannot stay in the vent fu*k that lil' b*tch, I'm not payin' her rent I'm 'bout to buss it, just stay in the Bentley, lil' baby, I got you for tint (Ayy) We 'bout to spray up his Benz, shooters from out of town, don't offend me Load up the .762s and the semis, we made that powder flip just like it's Denny's Back to back road to bank, hit the vacation, and we left his soul in Jamaica Don't leave your ho, I'ma take her I let it go in her make up, you know that I'm disrespectful All of the nights that they left me neglected, I'm kickin' hoes to the curb likе Beckham Talk 'bout my bredrin, now I gotta check 'еm It's sixty-two colors, it's stuck like the [?] Wrist having flow, my big boy a cutter We step out the fridge like some cold motherfu*kers I'm finna fu*k on that b*tch and then duck her Just gotta get my nut off before I cut her DM and smoke her Tryna fu*k the opp's sisters and they baby mothers This sh*t can get ugly, I turn your b*tch to my buddy I goin' silly as puddy, my wrist live from Canada 'Bout to slide on your b*tch like a banister Buy the grenade, I come out the canister With these shots, my dawgs hit your mandem up We pull up in them double R, 62, baby, Mercedes We cruel whenever we pull up on ni**as It's black to black, black and I'm sprayin' the MAC I'm acting a fool whenever I pull up on ni**as We One Umbrella poppin', baby girl, you gotta come up, pull up on a G, skeet Bunch of flooded diamonds, bunch of cuts around it, I done pull up in a three, three Stephen Curry with the shot, I could turn around and hit that b*tch anywhere ni**as like, "Yeah, he dirty with the shot" That's why I'm respected and I'm steppin' anywhere, ni**a, lil' Tory [Outro] Yeah, damn 20k, each fu*kin' pocket, swear Six hunnid five in my sh*t, yeah Wearin' hater blockers on a b*tch, yeah Feelin' like the man, yeah Yeah, ayy, the cash I just get We gettin' racks Made a hunnid racks We get it, woah In my pockets, it's at least a hunnid grand, yeah Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby Yeah, yeah

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