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Yung Joc
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Drip [feat. Lil Wayne]
[Chorus:] Yeah better, calm down Bow down, I draw down 5 rounds
Drip (15x)
[Yung Joc:] Ey Weezy Let me talk to these niggas Ok Monkey nigga, better not slip Feed your ass banana clips Yeah, yeah I bust your head gasket Leave you with a oil drip And for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage And she get tragically, cause now diamond fill with maggots This ain't angus beef You don't wanna order this 2 glocks like 2 pac I'm on my thug immortal shit GPS goons show up to yo quarness Chrome with the pearly take you early That's abortion bitch Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls Don't slugs the same size as door knobs Sixty seconds in and out Pop, no prob Blow ya whole face off That's a blowjob Shoot ya bitch in the throat Too graphic? gotta paint a picture So ya niggas grasp it I call your momma tell her pre-order ya fuckin casket Bury scary niggas I never been [? ]
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Lil Wayne:] Soo woo to the beehive Strapped like T.I. I keep that bitch on me Like the Book Of Eli I just shoot 'em all So I don't have to de-cide Spit your body up They gotta bury ya ass 3 times Run up in ya house Leave ya brains on the couch Shoot up everything, the fuck is ayman about Empty that clip, than that bitch slide out Continue that procedure till them pussy's dried out I'm a east side gangsta, I ain't never been a busta Nina is a cold black bitch but I trust her I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustla Cause bitch, I'm all about my paper, like usher
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Yung Joc:] I know chris, decepticon Clips transform ya Leave niggas, ghost activity, paranormal For my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno
[Lil Wayne:] Back to the subject, I'll kill ya in a heart beat I put bullet hole in everything, except the car seat Young money bitch, I shoot one gun and switch When the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)
[Yung Joc:] Keep thuggin, you cute, you just floatin with death That's a straight suicide, don't bury yourself Scared but can't run, that's the stall factor And if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter Haiti eartquake 'em, make they wall shatter Penetrate [? ]splatter they gallbladders
[Repeat Chorus:]
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