Flow
• Written by Dripper
I flow then I drip like the sauce that I dip
Dame, I'm sauced that mix?/eyes cross like a Chris
Fix/
fucking knicks keep prozingges I hope he misses/ like
Like I just miss spelled his name ill stay with the Smith/
Leave spots of rain where I drip/
stay young and fresh I stay
Put like a nest I protect life as vest lies on the chest
Smoking gelato sipping on my 22 thinking
Shots of whiskey/ head out my fire escape
But my head I can't escape/
I'm that hero That's told his costume maker to keep
The cape/
I'm good with the leather and the shades and
There's one thing I want to tell my son he 8m
Today/ But when get older he"ll know wassup
One hand on my head the other hand on the gun
Like I could have a lot of fun/ but now I got a daughter
And a son/ did I mention my only one my queen born the
Same day as the lady that gave birth to me
Universe connected nigga do u get it universe connected
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Dripper
Member since March 21 2018