Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot
Yea-yeah, uh
Make you swim with the fishes
You talk to me crazy
Boy, don't even look at me wrong
I'm spittin' a verse but the way that it sounds
It's like a hook to this song
I got on pussy cologne
Bad bitches all in my phone
Don't know what to do with 'em
After I'm through with 'em
She from the hood but I took her to Rome
That's that Hippie Thug shit
I need a Hippie Thug bitch
Not no kiss & hug shit
Just some"feel in love" shit
I hold it down for her, she don't deserve it
But I know I'm far off from perfect
I had to cut you, a lotta' that drama
Was throwin' me off of my purpose
They say you move with a clown
And the chances are
You might be part of the circus
You think I'm broke as a joke? (Wha?!)
Boy, what you brought to the service?
Don't wanna' school 'em
But sometimes they ask for it
I'm a give 'em a class for it
It's 'bout to be June
And the way that my plans goin
I'm a fill up my passport
Yea I'm a goon, but I'm changin' my lifestyle
And I'm doin' it right now
Gourmet cuisines on my plate when I bite down
Tell 'em niggas to pipe down
Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot
In a Benz with my niggas
We cuttin' the block up
And lookin' for shones in the hood
Just got a deposit, you know that I'm poppin
You niggas should know that I'm good
I got my stripes from the Lake
I bet she bite on the bait
Don't know them niggas, I won't know them niggas
So tell me like
Why in the f*ck would they hate?
This shit ain't up for debate
I get the bag & I skate, (skrt, skrt!)
She let me f*ck when I want
I put that cat on a plate, (yum)
I just be livin' my life, I put this shit on the mic
I like to vibe in the cut
Don't like to get in the hype
I been here a long time
I could peep the wrong signs
Since high school, been 10 toes
Trappin' in some gym clothes
I'm on my way to becomin' somebody
They thought that I never could be
I just walk in the shop & I pick out my fit
And they get that shit ready for me
You know that I
Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot,
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Kidd Adamz - 2 Much Drip Lyrics
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Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot
Yea-yeah, uh
Make you swim with the fishes
You talk to me crazy
Boy, don't even look at me wrong
I'm spittin' a verse but the way that it sounds
It's like a hook to this song
I got on pussy cologne
Bad bitches all in my phone
Don't know what to do with 'em
After I'm through with 'em
She from the hood but I took her to Rome
That's that Hippie Thug shit
I need a Hippie Thug bitch
Not no kiss & hug shit
Just some"feel in love" shit
I hold it down for her, she don't deserve it
But I know I'm far off from perfect
I had to cut you, a lotta' that drama
Was throwin' me off of my purpose
They say you move with a clown
And the chances are
You might be part of the circus
You think I'm broke as a joke? (Wha?!)
Boy, what you brought to the service?
Don't wanna' school 'em
But sometimes they ask for it
I'm a give 'em a class for it
It's 'bout to be June
And the way that my plans goin
I'm a fill up my passport
Yea I'm a goon, but I'm changin' my lifestyle
And I'm doin' it right now
Gourmet cuisines on my plate when I bite down
Tell 'em niggas to pipe down
Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot
In a Benz with my niggas
We cuttin' the block up
And lookin' for shones in the hood
Just got a deposit, you know that I'm poppin
You niggas should know that I'm good
I got my stripes from the Lake
I bet she bite on the bait
Don't know them niggas, I won't know them niggas
So tell me like
Why in the f*ck would they hate?
This shit ain't up for debate
I get the bag & I skate, (skrt, skrt!)
She let me f*ck when I want
I put that cat on a plate, (yum)
I just be livin' my life, I put this shit on the mic
I like to vibe in the cut
Don't like to get in the hype
I been here a long time
I could peep the wrong signs
Since high school, been 10 toes
Trappin' in some gym clothes
I'm on my way to becomin' somebody
They thought that I never could be
I just walk in the shop & I pick out my fit
And they get that shit ready for me
You know that I
Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot,
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot
Yea-yeah, uh
Make you swim with the fishes
You talk to me crazy
Boy, don't even look at me wrong
I'm spittin' a verse but the way that it sounds
It's like a hook to this song
I got on pussy cologne
Bad bitches all in my phone
Don't know what to do with 'em
After I'm through with 'em
She from the hood but I took her to Rome
That's that Hippie Thug shit
I need a Hippie Thug bitch
Not no kiss & hug shit
Just some"feel in love" shit
I hold it down for her, she don't deserve it
But I know I'm far off from perfect
I had to cut you, a lotta' that drama
Was throwin' me off of my purpose
They say you move with a clown
And the chances are
You might be part of the circus
You think I'm broke as a joke? (Wha?!)
Boy, what you brought to the service?
Don't wanna' school 'em
But sometimes they ask for it
I'm a give 'em a class for it
It's 'bout to be June
And the way that my plans goin
I'm a fill up my passport
Yea I'm a goon, but I'm changin' my lifestyle
And I'm doin' it right now
Gourmet cuisines on my plate when I bite down
Tell 'em niggas to pipe down
Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot
In a Benz with my niggas
We cuttin' the block up
And lookin' for shones in the hood
Just got a deposit, you know that I'm poppin
You niggas should know that I'm good
I got my stripes from the Lake
I bet she bite on the bait
Don't know them niggas, I won't know them niggas
So tell me like
Why in the f*ck would they hate?
This shit ain't up for debate
I get the bag & I skate, (skrt, skrt!)
She let me f*ck when I want
I put that cat on a plate, (yum)
I just be livin' my life, I put this shit on the mic
I like to vibe in the cut
Don't like to get in the hype
I been here a long time
I could peep the wrong signs
Since high school, been 10 toes
Trappin' in some gym clothes
I'm on my way to becomin' somebody
They thought that I never could be
I just walk in the shop & I pick out my fit
And they get that shit ready for me
You know that I
Got too much drip, deep in the pot
Use to be workin' a lot
Used to work on the 'Cayne
I remember them times I was circlin' blocks
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip
That shit be hurtin' a lot
(brttt, brttt!)
I don't sip Act, I don't got lean
I just be burnin' a lot,
Writer: Van-Adam Pierre
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid