Gunna, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Drip Everyday lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Gunna, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Drip Everyday lyrics]

(D-D-Danny Wolf) yeah

LA plates, but I’m outta the states
Feel like I got it made, Rollie, big face
Pour some lean in the Ace, semen in the face
We can’t go on a date, designer drip everyday

Put this shit on in the rain
Sweatsuit Armani it
Off of that drip, you too late
You tried sell the drip, but you can’t
Picasso, the shit, I could paint
I’m milkin' these hoes with no shake
My mouth on this bitch like it streak
I whip out and hit the E-way (yeah)
I had a price to pay (Price)
I spend and got it out the way (Way)
I spray the whole clip out that K
Extend the AR, let it bang
I got the dope from the
You startin' to look strange
I need some more designer shades
I’ma fuck yo' old lady when it late
Only for one night
Dig in that shit like a grave site
She and makin' that thing tight
We gon' fly on a plane
You with me, you tryna get paid, right?
VVs shine in the day light
I roll with Pablo like the blue dice
You know you gon' lose, right?

LA plates, but I’m outta the states
Feel like I got it made, Rollie, big face
Pour some lean in the Ace, semen in the face
We can’t go on a date, designer drip everyday

Yeah, yeah
We got a whole lotta bitches (Everyday)
We run up them digit's (Run it up)
Rockin' designer daily, I be drippin'
Mason marble, same color my kitchen (Oh)
I pull up in foreign, you can hear the engine
(Skrr) stackin' and savin' and spendin'
Hoodrich, how you come up from a penny?
(Hood)
Fuck that bitch, you know I got plenty
(Fuck that)
Gunna just pulled up on me in a (My nigga)
Blow out the sunroof like a chimney
I’m rockin' that Louis Vuitton
While I’m swimmin'
Kicks Saint Laurent, Rick Owen denim
Call the slime, they gon' fill you with venom
Fresh to death, I be killin'
I’m fresh like I’m finna go to Wendy Williams
(Damn)
I’m catchin' flights, get up out ya feelings
I’m shootin' dice in the hood, chillin'
(yeah)
V on my ski mask, I’m the villain (Vlone)
Young nigga, I might go sit where the
I’m on the chase for the millions
Chanel, Givenchy, decisions, decisions
(Which one?)
Lean and Xans, I make a collision
(Lean, Xans) percs and Molly got me trippin'
(Percs, Molly)
Pull it out and make her kiss it (Bitch)

LA plates, but I’m outta the states
Feel like I got it made, Rollie, big face
Pour some lean in the Ace, semen in the face
We can’t go on a date, designer drip everyday

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