Certified Dripper

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Uh
 Uh
 (Ddot cold as a motherfucker out there)
 Bad bitch getter (whoosh)
 Real rich nigga (ooh)
 Hellcat whipper (mm)
 Certified dripper
 Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
 I bag a real, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
 A nigga play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela
 And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her
 I'm whackin' her
 Bitch get out of line, you know I'm smackin' her
 She know I ain't toleratin' all that actin' up
 Can't do nothin' but pray, I'm losin' faith when it come to love
 Young nigga, I stay down, I'm gettin' big bucks
 Rich nigga changed up, now he gettin' stuck
 Got a bag put up, main bitch tough
 And you can't name nobody in the city that came and bitched us
 And you can't name none nigga that ever dissed us
 And now we tryna play it cool, but, it still don't fix nothin'
 I'm goin' to school, breakin' the rules with that stick tucked
 I play it cool, but can't believe these niggas bitched up, these niggas bitched up
 Rich nigga, niggas transgenders, can't deal with 'em
 Remember chasin' five figures, now I got six figures
 Real member, really pulled triggers, really killed niggas
 Askin' for some money, so, I gave it, certified giver
 We been pushin' P before it dropped, nigga, this real pimpin'
 Rather get caught with it than without, but, this ain't Scottie Pippen
 Off a lot of syrup, but, this a whole lot of drug dealin'
 Doin' bad to make it right, they tryna turn me to a villain
 Bad bitch getter (whoosh)
 Real rich nigga (ooh)
 Hellcat whipper (mm)
 Certified dripper
 Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I'm sexin' her
 Bag a real, I'm in my bag, I'm pickin' cash up
 A nigga play, I'm shootin' a movie just like Pamela
 And if she stay down with me, we might cherish her
 Get yo' carats up, nigga
 And where I grew is rough, be realer
 Diamond in the rough, but, now you know my diamonds bust
 Section 8, project baby, I grew up fuckin' sluts
 I never paid attention to the hate, I'm out the nun
 I'm steady chasin' coins, run it up, no temper run
 Bitch, you gon' get these ones, pussy ho, you gotta shake it
 Make it snow, weatherman, you gon' have to rake it
 Al-all these diamonds right down on my arm, she gon' come through naked
 Servin' what I put up on my charm, they gon' have to rate it
 Sever Superbowl rings on like I'm Tom Brady
 Know she gotta keep a thong on if she gon' be my lady
 I be tryna put that tongue on her, but she actin' crazy
 Had to go and rent a lawnmower like she Beyoncé
 Say that I can hit it if I bring her home a B.O.A
 Havin' double digits but replacin' big ol' 308s
 

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Duration
02:32
Key
2
Tempo
90 BPM

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