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Drip School Video (MV)




Performed By: Shootrr
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas




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The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Hey
The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Versace the luggage
The way the we be loving
Bottega Veneta we run up the store
Amiri the denim
Snake him with venom
She bur on my berry
To touch on my coat
Getting it popping
I hope that you ready
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
F*ck with no lames
These niggas be petty
Tasting the chronic
That's lemon with haze
F*ck with da gang
It's the end of ya days
Stuffed in blunt Smoke on propane
Man I get high as eagle
Eagle
Dissing watch gon kill you
Kill you
Watch how I speed down the lands
Lands
Whole lotta bands in my hands
Hands
Benji nigga my mans
Mans
Jones he locked in slam
Slam
Bullets hitt ya medulla
Dulla
My hitters really some troopers
Troopers
Vv's make me cooler
This money I'm keeping it close Addicted to gas like it's coke, ohhh
AHHH
You see that we trapping
We gon roll with em blizzy's
We Gon leave ya ass sticky
Know couple Crips
Em niggas really my locs
Crippin right there on junction
Just quit with the acting
I really be telling the truth
Niggas really be lacking
Guns like bin laden
Hollows fly like Aladdin
Making your mother get sadden
This is for trappers
Killers, scammers and hackers
We get to this money
Dumber and dumber
Glocky making em studder
Nigga stop acting a fool
Hitters on hitters
Nigga I really got drillers
Some niggas got none to lose
Smoke out ya pack
My niggas smoke out ya homie
Rob ya for all ya dabloons
The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Versace the luggage
The way the we be loving
Bottega Veneta we run up the store
Amiri the denim
Snake him with venom
She bur on my berry
To touch on my coat
Getting it popping
I hope that you ready
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
Spinning right back like a DJ
I'm callin right back right on prepaid
Mhmmm, Ion know what I'm mumbling...
Ion know what I'm thummin through
Ion know what I'm coming too
Watch how I get the millions, watch it reach to ceiling
Get to the plenty of cash
Plenty of cash, aye
Doing the dash, aye
Roll in a jaguar, roll in fast car
Roll in a Nascar, Hmmmmm
SKRTTT
The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Versace the luggage
The way the we be loving
Bottega Veneta we run up the store
Amiri the denim
Snake him with venom
She bur on my berry
To touch on my coat
Getting it popping
I hope that you ready
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
T-T-T-Touch on my cubans
As cold as a yeti
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
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The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Hey
The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Versace the luggage
The way the we be loving
Bottega Veneta we run up the store
Amiri the denim
Snake him with venom
She bur on my berry
To touch on my coat
Getting it popping
I hope that you ready
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
F*ck with no lames
These niggas be petty
Tasting the chronic
That's lemon with haze
F*ck with da gang
It's the end of ya days
Stuffed in blunt Smoke on propane
Man I get high as eagle
Eagle
Dissing watch gon kill you
Kill you
Watch how I speed down the lands
Lands
Whole lotta bands in my hands
Hands
Benji nigga my mans
Mans
Jones he locked in slam
Slam
Bullets hitt ya medulla
Dulla
My hitters really some troopers
Troopers
Vv's make me cooler
This money I'm keeping it close Addicted to gas like it's coke, ohhh
AHHH
You see that we trapping
We gon roll with em blizzy's
We Gon leave ya ass sticky
Know couple Crips
Em niggas really my locs
Crippin right there on junction
Just quit with the acting
I really be telling the truth
Niggas really be lacking
Guns like bin laden
Hollows fly like Aladdin
Making your mother get sadden
This is for trappers
Killers, scammers and hackers
We get to this money
Dumber and dumber
Glocky making em studder
Nigga stop acting a fool
Hitters on hitters
Nigga I really got drillers
Some niggas got none to lose
Smoke out ya pack
My niggas smoke out ya homie
Rob ya for all ya dabloons
The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Versace the luggage
The way the we be loving
Bottega Veneta we run up the store
Amiri the denim
Snake him with venom
She bur on my berry
To touch on my coat
Getting it popping
I hope that you ready
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
Spinning right back like a DJ
I'm callin right back right on prepaid
Mhmmm, Ion know what I'm mumbling...
Ion know what I'm thummin through
Ion know what I'm coming too
Watch how I get the millions, watch it reach to ceiling
Get to the plenty of cash
Plenty of cash, aye
Doing the dash, aye
Roll in a jaguar, roll in fast car
Roll in a Nascar, Hmmmmm
SKRTTT
The Pucci
The Prada
Gabbana
The Fendi
The Louie
Chanel? Which one you want
Versace the luggage
The way the we be loving
Bottega Veneta we run up the store
Amiri the denim
Snake him with venom
She bur on my berry
To touch on my coat
Getting it popping
I hope that you ready
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
T-T-T-Touch on my cubans
As cold as a yeti
She touch on my cubans
As cold as yeti
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Writer: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas
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