21 Savage – Dip Dip Lyrics

21 Savage – Dip Dip Lyrics
Dip Dip
21 Savage
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    "Dip Dip." - 21 Savage

    Album: Slaughter King
    Track No: 08
    Murder gang shit
    You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
    **** really lame, boy, they lamer than a bitch
    Eat you pussy **** 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 **** block and then, I dip, dip, dip
    Young Savage pull a fuck on your mother
    Young Savage, bitch, I'm hanging with my brothers
    Slaughter Gang savages, yeah, them my brothers
    Slaughter Gang got choppers like under covers
    Hit that bitch with a rubber
    Fuck her on the dresser, boy, I fuck her on the covers
    I keep a lethal weapon like my name Danny Glover
    I'm just here to fuck ya, baby, I ain't here to love ya
    Send you to your **** 'cause I heard that he a sucka
    If you run up on me like a swisher, I'ma bust 'em
    Pop, pop, pop, pop, **** get to duckin'
    I'm a ladies man, bitches call me Mc'Lovin'
    Murder gang shit
    You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
    **** really lame, boy, they lamer than a bitch
    Eat you pussy **** 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 **** block and then, I dip, dip, dip
    Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the motherfuckin' bowl up
    Young Savage, bitch, I'm in the kitchen cooking cola
    Real street ****, man, I love that baking soda
    Bitch get on my nerves, I'll pull the motherfuckin' for what? (Mud, mud)
    Hey, told that **** get his funds up
    Ready sex money so you know I got my guns up
    Word on the street, Savage fucked your baby mama
    Jamaican don dada, I murder for fun, yeah
    I bought that bitch a Benz 'cause she used to drive a Honda
    You been scrimping all your life and you still stay wit' your mama
    Murder gang shit
    You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
    **** really lame, boy, they lamer than a bitch
    Eat you pussy **** 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 **** block and then, I dip, dip, dip

    Writer(s): 21 Savage.

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