j dior drįp frõm my mommą şarkı sözleri

My drip on fleek, nigga, talk is cheap You gon' Have to pay a fee just to stand right next to me I'm Jack, I got them magic beans, I spaz on Every fuckin' beat I told that bitch come rub My feet, bet you Gon' treat me like a king Problem, well come solve it These people askin' where I got my drip, how I'm so flawless All my visions fucked up depth precision, now I'm feelin' nauseous Matter fact, I forgot to mention, got it from my Momma When I'm up, no one can stop me Kickin' shit Like FIFA, blastin' through Your speakers Feel you tweakin', all my niggas eatin Pop out for no reason, rest in pieces Holy shit, I'm preachin', all my diamonds Gleamin' Undefeated, you can try to reach me, But you Cannot meet me, and I am just someone you Can't contain Every verse or everything I said has came s Straight from my brain And I really have a feelin' all you niggas s Switchin' lanes And ever since I was a jit, I've been legit, I've b Been the same Ay, young nigga, make a play You askin', what's That smell I'm smokin' on that pack, hear me inhale Got p Plenty clientele, I brought my army Gun to show and tell, she tell me go to hell I s Say, lil' bitty bitch, I'm minus well They said that I'm gon' fail, you niggas best Catch up I left a trail, bitch niggas, mad we wont let em in J-Banz might knock off a bitch and then sell a Bitch, I'm at the top of my class, where my letterman I just, might Ice out my wrist for the hell of it I'ma just go act a fool on some reckless shit Sometimes I act like I'm dumb for intelligence F*ck all that goat shit, I'll die as a relic, bitch Inferred beam might attack, if you tell a bitch I'ma stand tall, stacks, elephant F*ck your opinion, shit's irrelevant I'ma come u Up in the game, element Body the nigga, he lookin' like Jeffy, bitch Body the nigga, he lookin' like Jeffy, bitch I-I-I'm still flexin', you know that I'm heaven sent They say I got a name, but they know what to c Call me And they askin' where I got my drip, I got it f From my mama I got it from my mama, nigga, got it from my m Mama Yeah, I got it from my mama, fly her out to the Bahamas Problem, well, come solve it These people askin' where I got my drip, how I'm so flawless All my visions fucked up, depth precision Now I'm feelin' nauseous, matter fact I forgot to mention, got it from my mama When I'm up, no one can stop me Kickin' shit like FIFA, blastin' through your s Speakers Feel you tweakin', all my niggas eatin Pop out for no reason, rest in pieces Holy shit I'm preaching all my diamonds Gleamin Undefeated, you can try to reach me, but you Cannot meet me, and They say I got a name, but they know what to Call me And they askin' where I got my drip, I got it From my mama I got it from my mama, nigga, got it from my mama Yeah, I got it from my mama, fly her out to the Bahamas Drįp Frõm My Mommą
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