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Kenndog – Drip Like Me Lyrics

Drip Like Me Lyrics – Kenndog

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’ma 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 space ship through the stratosphere (vshhh)

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