DRIPPIN OUT

All of my opp you now they dripping
Im not calling no waitress I'm tipping
You now I’m cripping we, spiting and
Nigga think they can beat me, and
So you leave me, yeah, Look I miss my dead
Homies and I want you to free Quanny
Yeah I feel Cold heart pain and every thing
Is in my brain and I got everything dripping
Out

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