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Ddg - Copy My Drip Lyrics

[Intro]
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

[Chorus]
Bitch
Fuck with me, I'll fuck 'round and I'll fuck your bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where your ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip

[Verse 1]
I just had a son, and this shit is so damn fun (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep it safe, I done locked up all my guns (Uh-huh)
We countin' bread and these niggas countin' crumbs (Uh-huh)
I want some head 'fore I get up in them buns
Nigga, that's mandatory, I pulled up in a Maybach, mm
Yeah, that's end of story (Ooh)
You know what I did, I hope this bitch don't put me on Maury ('Kay)
I hit and I slid, this bitch came back just like a chorus (Ooh)
And that pussy ain't mid, I don't wanna pull out, but I can't afford it (Can't afford it)

[Chorus]
Fuck with me, I'll fuck 'round and I'll fuck your bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where your ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip
[Verse 2]
Ain't nothin' cheap on me, these jeans Balenciaga (Uh-huh)
I keep three zeros behind every single comma, yeah, okay
I got a partner, not no fuckin' baby mama (Uh-huh)
They ask me when we gon' get married, when we wanna, yeah, okay
If you a nigga in my business, then you gay
My music streamin' and you mad, I feel your rage
I just went gold like a bottle of Ace of Spades, uh
Can't hit no hoes 'cause I love my

[Chorus]
Bitch
Fuck with me, I'll fuck 'round and I'll fuck your bitch
He ain't do his research, he ain't know I'm lit
Plain black T-shirt with no logo, he ain't know this Rick
Huh, I'm like, "Where your ho go?" He ain't know I hit
I'ma hit the road, go city to city 'til I get rich
These hoes on go, she hop on the bus and then get clipped
Got caught with a pole, but the judge gave me a slap on the wrist
Spend the money on clothes, gotta be a rich nigga to copy my drip