Bitch I always drip drip drip wen I hop out the crib
Know I always grip my shit you try me you get flipped
Momma always told me that I was hell of a jit
Have my hittas split your shit you chattin you get hit
These niggas my son might as well add the jr
The opps always plottin I'm under they radar
My niggas be totin i pull out the AR
Your bitch call me Papi like I was the vadar
F*ck on your bitch and u know that I'm wit it
Hit a lick on em and then we gonna split it
You niggas be ratin u say that he did it
Can't f*ck wit u bitches I swear I admit it
Money I talk no conversation
Sprite and the tech what a good combination
Head for the top ain't there no limitation
Bad bitches only here's y'all invitation
Totin a 9
Bitch y u lying
Talkin that shit, and I reach for your spine
Come get your shorty she fell outta line
Married to money don't f*ck wit is mine
All the way close I can tell it's my time
Shout out my circle dem niggas my slime
Add it up add it up doin addition
You niggas be bummy ain't know competition
I do what I want nigga f*ck the position
Talking that shit and we pull up extension
He do what I say and my choppa gonna listen
Ice on my neck and u see that it glisten
Sipping on tech and it messin my vision
I drip in designer I'm fly like a pigeon
Head for the top cause u know that's my mission
I'm catchin a play like a nigga went fishin
Pocket so fat I be callin it griffin
You lie on my name wtf was u sniffin
Whip it up whip it up I'm in the kitchen
Run it up run it up gettin this chicken
Get to this money and stop all the bitchin
Can't hang wit a person that gonna be snitchin
Yall really be buggin y'all really be trippin
Smokin a wood
Two double Gz
She sucking me up and she do what I please
Finessin your bitch and that shit was a breeze
I stay wit the heat like a 100 degrees
I pull up y'all fold up y'all wanna stay freeze
Get to this money we stackin em peaso's
Countin the gwap I'm in love wit the cayso
Like Tony Montana I stay wit them dracos
Remember they hate me I'm turnin the tables
All on my own give a f*ck bout a label
Life ain't a joke and this shit can get fatal
Y'all niggas be scary y'all sleep in a cradle
Bitch I always drip drip drip wen I hop out the crib
Know I always grip my shit you try me you get flipped
Momma always told me that I was hell of a jit
Have my hittas split your shit you chattin you get hit
Manny Drip - Always Drip Lyrics
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Bitch I always drip drip drip wen I hop out the crib
Know I always grip my shit you try me you get flipped
Momma always told me that I was hell of a jit
Have my hittas split your shit you chattin you get hit
These niggas my son might as well add the jr
The opps always plottin I'm under they radar
My niggas be totin i pull out the AR
Your bitch call me Papi like I was the vadar
F*ck on your bitch and u know that I'm wit it
Hit a lick on em and then we gonna split it
You niggas be ratin u say that he did it
Can't f*ck wit u bitches I swear I admit it
Money I talk no conversation
Sprite and the tech what a good combination
Head for the top ain't there no limitation
Bad bitches only here's y'all invitation
Totin a 9
Bitch y u lying
Talkin that shit, and I reach for your spine
Come get your shorty she fell outta line
Married to money don't f*ck wit is mine
All the way close I can tell it's my time
Shout out my circle dem niggas my slime
Add it up add it up doin addition
You niggas be bummy ain't know competition
I do what I want nigga f*ck the position
Talking that shit and we pull up extension
He do what I say and my choppa gonna listen
Ice on my neck and u see that it glisten
Sipping on tech and it messin my vision
I drip in designer I'm fly like a pigeon
Head for the top cause u know that's my mission
I'm catchin a play like a nigga went fishin
Pocket so fat I be callin it griffin
You lie on my name wtf was u sniffin
Whip it up whip it up I'm in the kitchen
Run it up run it up gettin this chicken
Get to this money and stop all the bitchin
Can't hang wit a person that gonna be snitchin
Yall really be buggin y'all really be trippin
Smokin a wood
Two double Gz
She sucking me up and she do what I please
Finessin your bitch and that shit was a breeze
I stay wit the heat like a 100 degrees
I pull up y'all fold up y'all wanna stay freeze
Get to this money we stackin em peaso's
Countin the gwap I'm in love wit the cayso
Like Tony Montana I stay wit them dracos
Remember they hate me I'm turnin the tables
All on my own give a f*ck bout a label
Life ain't a joke and this shit can get fatal
Y'all niggas be scary y'all sleep in a cradle
Bitch I always drip drip drip wen I hop out the crib
Know I always grip my shit you try me you get flipped
Momma always told me that I was hell of a jit
Have my hittas split your shit you chattin you get hit
Know I always grip my shit you try me you get flipped
Momma always told me that I was hell of a jit
Have my hittas split your shit you chattin you get hit
These niggas my son might as well add the jr
The opps always plottin I'm under they radar
My niggas be totin i pull out the AR
Your bitch call me Papi like I was the vadar
F*ck on your bitch and u know that I'm wit it
Hit a lick on em and then we gonna split it
You niggas be ratin u say that he did it
Can't f*ck wit u bitches I swear I admit it
Money I talk no conversation
Sprite and the tech what a good combination
Head for the top ain't there no limitation
Bad bitches only here's y'all invitation
Totin a 9
Bitch y u lying
Talkin that shit, and I reach for your spine
Come get your shorty she fell outta line
Married to money don't f*ck wit is mine
All the way close I can tell it's my time
Shout out my circle dem niggas my slime
Add it up add it up doin addition
You niggas be bummy ain't know competition
I do what I want nigga f*ck the position
Talking that shit and we pull up extension
He do what I say and my choppa gonna listen
Ice on my neck and u see that it glisten
Sipping on tech and it messin my vision
I drip in designer I'm fly like a pigeon
Head for the top cause u know that's my mission
I'm catchin a play like a nigga went fishin
Pocket so fat I be callin it griffin
You lie on my name wtf was u sniffin
Whip it up whip it up I'm in the kitchen
Run it up run it up gettin this chicken
Get to this money and stop all the bitchin
Can't hang wit a person that gonna be snitchin
Yall really be buggin y'all really be trippin
Smokin a wood
Two double Gz
She sucking me up and she do what I please
Finessin your bitch and that shit was a breeze
I stay wit the heat like a 100 degrees
I pull up y'all fold up y'all wanna stay freeze
Get to this money we stackin em peaso's
Countin the gwap I'm in love wit the cayso
Like Tony Montana I stay wit them dracos
Remember they hate me I'm turnin the tables
All on my own give a f*ck bout a label
Life ain't a joke and this shit can get fatal
Y'all niggas be scary y'all sleep in a cradle
Bitch I always drip drip drip wen I hop out the crib
Know I always grip my shit you try me you get flipped
Momma always told me that I was hell of a jit
Have my hittas split your shit you chattin you get hit
Writer: manuel cotto
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