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Yung Addy - Drip Lyrics



Yung Addy - Drip Lyrics




Icy diamonds shining on my rang
I got more drip a bitch that's off the Caine
My chains hang u can't say the same
I got 18k ur shit gold plate
Making money and u know we ain't stopping
Paper chasin that's the only option
But we mobbin riding with the gang
Flying down the 401 in the fast lane
Now we Got the backwoods stuffed with the dank
Smoking on that pressure make my car feel like a plane
I just want a private jet for the whole gang
Never coming down cause I'm high all day

Smoking blunt after blunt we never stop
This shit a lifestyle we ain't flexing for no-ops
I'm in my bag now getting all this guap
Riding round the city making chop after chop
I ain't never gonna stop
Hustling's what I do I don't need no job
I'm getting money By myself
I ain't have no hand out I did this with no help
Put some diamond in my chain watch it drip
Pouring up the drank bout to take a sip
Bitch, I got the juice not that fake shit
I'm about my money
And that's about it

I ain't going nowhere
Here forever now
Imma cut a off bitch
Not the other round
Got my shooters ready with the 40 round
He gone shoot ya he gone spray u down
I don't f*ck with no broke boys
They don't stay around
Whole crew keep stacking
It's so hard to count
My paper so long
That I weight it by the ounce
And I'm smoking so much
That I buy it by the pound
Now u think u up
No, really u is down
U ain't got no money
U flexing with allowance
Time to put some commas
In my back account balance
Dirty money's making it a challenge

Icy diamonds shinning on my rang
I got more drip a bitch that's off the Caine
My chains hang u can't say the same
I got 18k ur shit gold plate
Making money and u know we ain't stopping
Paper chasin that's the only option
But we mobbin riding with the gang
Flying down the 401 in the fast lane
Now we Got the backwoods stuffed with the dank
Smoking on that pressure make my car feel like a plane
I just want a private jet for the whole gang
Never coming down cause I'm high all day
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Icy diamonds shining on my rang
I got more drip a bitch that's off the Caine
My chains hang u can't say the same
I got 18k ur shit gold plate
Making money and u know we ain't stopping
Paper chasin that's the only option
But we mobbin riding with the gang
Flying down the 401 in the fast lane
Now we Got the backwoods stuffed with the dank
Smoking on that pressure make my car feel like a plane
I just want a private jet for the whole gang
Never coming down cause I'm high all day

Smoking blunt after blunt we never stop
This shit a lifestyle we ain't flexing for no-ops
I'm in my bag now getting all this guap
Riding round the city making chop after chop
I ain't never gonna stop
Hustling's what I do I don't need no job
I'm getting money By myself
I ain't have no hand out I did this with no help
Put some diamond in my chain watch it drip
Pouring up the drank bout to take a sip
Bitch, I got the juice not that fake shit
I'm about my money
And that's about it

I ain't going nowhere
Here forever now
Imma cut a off bitch
Not the other round
Got my shooters ready with the 40 round
He gone shoot ya he gone spray u down
I don't f*ck with no broke boys
They don't stay around
Whole crew keep stacking
It's so hard to count
My paper so long
That I weight it by the ounce
And I'm smoking so much
That I buy it by the pound
Now u think u up
No, really u is down
U ain't got no money
U flexing with allowance
Time to put some commas
In my back account balance
Dirty money's making it a challenge

Icy diamonds shinning on my rang
I got more drip a bitch that's off the Caine
My chains hang u can't say the same
I got 18k ur shit gold plate
Making money and u know we ain't stopping
Paper chasin that's the only option
But we mobbin riding with the gang
Flying down the 401 in the fast lane
Now we Got the backwoods stuffed with the dank
Smoking on that pressure make my car feel like a plane
I just want a private jet for the whole gang
Never coming down cause I'm high all day
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Writer: adam Khenjari
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