Mr. Drip Doe Lyrics

Know what I'm talkin bout you feel me
You know what I'm saying
H-Town Nigga you feel me
But I'mma take this shit back to mother f*cking Balifornia one more time you know what I'm talking bout

Ay waddup homie
[?] Park blood

Oh lord here go them sauce drippin bastards, I just bought a new Benz just to knock a bad bitch
Walk in the grocery store with the chopper in my basket
I had to thank the bitch for the 40 racks when I grabbed it
Before I hit the set grabbed the yeeeky under the matress
Cause shawty f*cked all the homies that ain't a bad bitch
She got hella bodies I seen her with everybody
Homie tried to keep it a secret we tellin everybody
[?] with the kick start homie got no stripes on the set he got bitch heart Only active niggas around me when all the shit start, I know absolutely he letting the fire stick bark
Catch me riding through the cutty wit my blood buddies, slide through the next big whoop and all the bloods love me
Got crips drippin through the streets over here [?] eastcost cause my sauce pimpin family
Yeah, I'm good in the land and that's on mammas but I still slide around with a few llamas
Broke your dusty ass bitch for a few commas, swooped her ass up she was tired of the bore problems

No BFE
Scoobed the bitch off big homie
You know that shit slap blood
You know that shit slap
Oweee!
Say blood what set you from homie

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