
Dip Dip 21 Savage
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[Chorus]
Murder Gang shit
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy, they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy-niggas, like a fucking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip
[Verse 1]
Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother (Your mother)
Young Savage, bitch, I'm hanging with my brothers (Brother)
Slaughter Gang savages, yeah, them my brothers (Yeah, them my brother)
Slaughter Gang got choppers, like under covers (Pew, pew, pew)
Hit that bitch with a rubber (Yeah)
Fuck her on the dresser, boy, I fuck her on the covers (Yeah, yeah)
I keep a lethal weapon, like my name Danny Glover (Yeah)
I'm just here to fuck, yeah, baby, I ain't here to love, yeah (21)
Send you to your nigga 'cause I heard he a sucker (Sucker)
If he run up on me like a swisher, I'ma a bust 'em (Buuh)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga get to duckin' (Duckin')
I'm a ladies man, bitches call me MC lovin' (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Murder Gang shit
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy-niggas like a fucking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip
Murder Gang shit
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy, they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy-niggas, like a fucking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip
[Verse 1]
Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother (Your mother)
Young Savage, bitch, I'm hanging with my brothers (Brother)
Slaughter Gang savages, yeah, them my brothers (Yeah, them my brother)
Slaughter Gang got choppers, like under covers (Pew, pew, pew)
Hit that bitch with a rubber (Yeah)
Fuck her on the dresser, boy, I fuck her on the covers (Yeah, yeah)
I keep a lethal weapon, like my name Danny Glover (Yeah)
I'm just here to fuck, yeah, baby, I ain't here to love, yeah (21)
Send you to your nigga 'cause I heard he a sucker (Sucker)
If he run up on me like a swisher, I'ma a bust 'em (Buuh)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga get to duckin' (Duckin')
I'm a ladies man, bitches call me MC lovin' (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Murder Gang shit
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy-niggas like a fucking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a nigga block and then I dip, dip, dip
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