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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kenndog
Kenndog
Stimme und Gesang
XL
XL
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kenneth Deshon Mcclain Jr.
Kenneth Deshon Mcclain Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Derek Bergheimer
Derek Bergheimer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jonathan Heard
Jonathan Heard
Mischtechniker:in
XL
XL
Produzent:in

Paroles

I'm sorry for drippin' But drip is what I do (splish splash) And one of these days, I'm gon' get dressed And drip all over you (ay, ay) I'm that fly young nigga (ay, ay, ay, ay) Lil' baby, can't you see? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Your style is old, my fashion cold Tell me who drip like me (uh) Lil' baby I don't chase, I erase and replace Man that bitch ain't loyal, 'cause I just dripped on her face Shopping at the Finish Line, but you still in last place I'm a star and I fly, bitch I need my space (ah) Kenn with two n's, 'cause I'm twice as nice (twice) Oh, you didn't see the fit, then I'm wearing it twice And when the summer hit my fizz, gon' be cold as ice (hah) Off-whites so nice, but it ain't yo' price (hah, hah, hah, hah) I'ma hot nigga in the coldest fit When you see me walkin' in, you gon' notice it How you niggas hating on me, but you steal my drip And steal my pics, I'm tryna tell these niggas they ain't fucking with me I'm sorry for drippin' But drip is what I do (splish splash) And one of these days, I'm gon' get dressed And drip all over you (huh) I'm that fly young nigga Lil' baby, can't you see? Your style is old, my fashion cold Tell me who drip like me (uh) I'm the flyest in the room but you already knew that You lying with the fake-ass clones, so where the truth at You say you big drip with the fit, but it don't match I kill 'em with the drip (finish him) Mortal Kombat Big ol' sauce, I be drippin' when I'm dressing You trying with them weak-ass fits, you need a lesson (okay) I got too much sauce, niggas thinkin' that I be cheffin' But I study dripology, nigga, class is in session Don't slip when I drip in high fashion I dripped on the scene but I spill by the gallon They tellin' me I'm fly, so I think that I'm blastin' off In a spaceship through the stratosphere I'm sorry for drippin' But drip is what I do (lil' nigga) And one of these days, I'm gon' get dressed And drip all over you I'm that fly young nigga Lil' baby, can't you see? (Can't you see?) Your style is old, my fashion cold Tell me who drip like me (uh) True Religion fits Puma kicks Bro, you outta here
Writer(s): Sandra Mccracken, Jonathan Heard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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