CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Too Much Drip
Ooh Dunk Rock
Ayy, way too much drip for a b*t*h
I just be kicking up puddles and sh*t
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she f**k with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong
All of them doubted me, you know undoubtedly
Gotta go harder than harder than hard
They on the moon while I shop for the stars
I can never slow down like no breaks in a car
Started off as a dream, now ain't nobody can f**k with my team
Expensive, the drip, Alexander McQueen
Can't fall in love, she want money and things
I know she just want the diamonds and rings, yeah
She ain't want me then but she heard that I'm on
f**k it, I'm gone, yeah (Ayy)
Only thing thumbing is b*t*hes and hunnids
Shawty, yeah, she like to yell when she c*mmin'
I'm with her friends and they all start assumptions
They like, "Why you ain't say nothing? You must've been bluffing"
Ayy, way too much drip for a b*t*h
I just be kicking up puddles and sh*t
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she f**k with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong
She wanna find my heart but she can't find that sh*t
Don't worry baby girl, never mind that sh*t
Don't play about me, I won't play about you
But I've seen so many things that just ain't come true
We just go around and around and around
But I just wanna see you go down, down, down
I just wanna be the best in town (Town)
Can't focus on you right now (Now, now, now)
I just wanna see you go down, down, down
Sah-nah-nah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Down, down
Oh-woah, oh, oh-oh
Ayy, way too much drip for a b*t*h
I just be kicking up puddles and sh*t
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she f**k with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong
Ayy, way too much drip for a b*t*h
I just be kicking up puddles and sh*t
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she f**k with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong
All of them doubted me, you know undoubtedly
Gotta go harder than harder than hard
They on the moon while I shop for the stars
I can never slow down like no breaks in a car
Started off as a dream, now ain't nobody can f**k with my team
Expensive, the drip, Alexander McQueen
Can't fall in love, she want money and things
I know she just want the diamonds and rings, yeah
She ain't want me then but she heard that I'm on
f**k it, I'm gone, yeah (Ayy)
Only thing thumbing is b*t*hes and hunnids
Shawty, yeah, she like to yell when she c*mmin'
I'm with her friends and they all start assumptions
They like, "Why you ain't say nothing? You must've been bluffing"
Ayy, way too much drip for a b*t*h
I just be kicking up puddles and sh*t
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she f**k with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong
She wanna find my heart but she can't find that sh*t
Don't worry baby girl, never mind that sh*t
Don't play about me, I won't play about you
But I've seen so many things that just ain't come true
We just go around and around and around
But I just wanna see you go down, down, down
I just wanna be the best in town (Town)
Can't focus on you right now (Now, now, now)
I just wanna see you go down, down, down
Sah-nah-nah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Down, down
Oh-woah, oh, oh-oh
Ayy, way too much drip for a b*t*h
I just be kicking up puddles and sh*t
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she f**k with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong
