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Drip 2 - NLE Choppa
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Drip 2 NLE Choppa

Drip 2 - NLE Choppa
[Intro]
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
How many leagues do a nigga gotta hit for a rich?
Top of shit, I axed my stick
Two got hit, I was in the backseat with the blick
Can't never go out like Mitch
Callin' the shots, they be callin' the quits
See you throwin' your fist, boy, you act like a bitch
Grass is a brick and I look like a kilo, when I met Amigo, I knew I was lit Hollow tips, I make them drippy, V-temp, Tell her a bitch has gotta kill himself
Barked out my tree, so I knocked off a limb
I'm a big stepper like steel-toed Timbs
Postin' the feel like enough of my drills
If I miss a cone, I might miss a meal
Punchin' champagne, but he got a Tylenol pill
Should've checked if it was real
Enemy closer, but family closer
Still out the toilet, free smoke for a smoker
Help you get to heaven, I'll be your choker
Keep your composer, for you be a poster
Started out local, now live top of global
Soon as I got mogul, I turn to a mogul
Still a big cripple, now my jingo local
You play with my logo, you turn to a dog
Bird, grind killers, I ain't never been nerdy
Let a nigga play with me, I'm purgin'
Pop a nigga, cherry like virgin
Guarantee you won't make it past surge I get a grave nigga burden
I'ma pay nigga ain't shit for a mergin'
Baby girl, send a drop, get a Birkin'
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