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DrippNickk

DrippNickk is a musical artist known for his unique blend of hip-hop and R&B. His music often features introspective lyrics accompanied by melodic beats, creating a soulful and atmospheric sound. DrippNickk's style is characterized by his smooth vocal delivery and his ability to convey raw emotions through his music. He has gained a dedicated following for his captivating artistry and has released a number of well-received singles and projects. more »

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Uh yeah
This shit can get tragic
Ps flyin through the mail In the big plastic
Walk up in the club drippin Bitch
This that rich fashion
Everything you sayin on that song boy you straight cappin
Pussy
He don't want  no static He don't want no action
Nowadays people won't fight So ima get to clappin
All of your songs suck dick boy you should quit rappin
People out here thinkin I'm lucky
But it was meant happen
Uh
And If I ain't rappin Then I stay trappin
golden teacher got me high af Bitch I stay active
Mind a of menace I'm your screen
But I ain't actin
So if you run up on me you gon get hit with the ratchet
Yeah I got that za for the low
No I ain't taxin
Forty five a eighth people love it My phone stay crackin
Yeah I'm gettin to it everyday shit I stay stackin
All of this money up in my jeans
But I ain't saggin

Down in flordia with the bros but I ain't flaggin
And I ain't no cuffin no bitch
Cause I stay draggin
Ha, but shordy thick af yeah she gotta a wagon
Told her turn that ass around so I can beat her back end

And if I bring my man's
Don't bring no fuckin fat friend
Cause we gon straight walk out
She talkin bout "what happened?"
Don't even worry it about it
And then I go and get to stackin
Back to bread It's different colors
But it ain't got an accent
Yeah I get it And then I flip it
Bitch I get them racks in
The way that I'm dancin on the beat I feel like Michael Jackson
Ha
So you better beat it Cause I ain't never lackin
Breakin it down by the 8th Just like I'm doin fractions

Yeah
You know I get the profit
Stupid bitch why you always in my fuckin pockets
And if you my bro Then You know how we rockin
Smokin this gas Got me flyin like I'm on a rocket
Taxin on the mid like it's some za
Boy you better stop it
Two day priority mail I'm Breakin down the boxes
You only got one strain? Well shit I got them options
I got like ten on deck My menu stay poppin
And if you ain't got the bread Well then you ain't coppin
H&M for the denim These are not robins
Chillin on the ave makin plays But I'm not Collin
Russian for the bread Like I'm a grad But I'm not stallin

Hit the clutch
Leave em in the dust
Yeah you know wassup
I took a couple Ls
But f*ck it I'm still holdin up
Had to cut some people off in life
BeCause they wasn't showin up
But then they try and fw you
Because they see you blowin up
Man that shit makes me sick And I feel like throwin up
Ten bands all in my hand And then I throw it up
I'm glowin up, Goin up, You play
And ima fold you up
I told you once that I ain't usin funnel When im rollin up
Hot like the devil But my bars?
Yeah they be cold af
Bitches out here tellin lies Like I be the only one
Yeah right And the whole time
She had a son
But f*ck it Gimme some head I'm tryna get a nut
And when I'm finished Bitch you know you better eat it up
Tryna be like me with all these things plays But they ain't keepin up
Actin like your bars be hard Boy you weak af
And Lemme know when you tryna grab again We gon keep in touch

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