Certified Dripper song by Real Boston Richey from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Trap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Certified Dripper Meaning
| [[Intro] Oh, uh Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God Ou, uh [Chorus] Bad bitch getter (Whoosh), real rich nigga (Ooh) Hellcat whipper (Mmm) Certified dripper Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I’m sexin’ her I bag her, I’m in my bag, I’m pickin’ cash up A nigga play, I’m shooting a movie just like Pamela And if she stay down with me, well I ain’t cherish her [Verse 1] I’m whackin’ her, bitch get out of line, you know I’m smackin’ her She know I ain’t toleratin’ all that actin’ up Can’t do nothin’ but pray on losin’ faith when it come to love Young nigga, I’m stayin’ down, I’m gettin’ big bucks Rich nigga changed up, now he glitzed up Got a bag, put up main bitch tough And you can’t name nobody in the city that came and bitched us And you can’t name nan nigga that ever dissed us And I be tryin’ to play it cool, but it still don’t fix nothin’ I’m goin’ to school, breakin’ the rules with that stick tucked I play it cool, but can’t believe these niggas bitched up, these niggas bitched up Rich nigga, niggas transgenders, can’t deal with ’em Remember chasin’ five figures, now I got six figures Real members, really pulled triggers, really killed niggas Asked for some money, so I gave it, certified giver We been pushin’ Ps before it dropped, nigga, this real pimpin’ Rather get caught with it than without, but this ain’t Scottie Pippen Off a lot of syrup, but this a lot of drug dealin’ Doin’ bad to make it right, they tryna turn me to a villain , [Chorus] Bad bitch getter (Whoosh), real rich nigga (Ooh) Hellcat whipper (Mmm) Certified dripper Exotic bitch she come from overseas, I’m sexin’ her I bag her, I’m in my bag, I’m pickin’ cash up A nigga play, I’m shooting a movie just like Pamela And if she stay down with me, well I ain’t cherish her [Verse 2] Get yo’ carats up, nigga And where I grew was rough, be realer Diamond in the rough, but now you know my diamonds bust Section 8, project baby, I grew up fuckin’ sluts I never paid attention to the hate, don’t amount to none I’m steady chasin’ coins, run it up, no Temple Run Bitch, you gon’ get these ones, pussy ho, you gotta shake it Make it storm, weatherman, you gon’ have to rake it A-All these diamonds right down on my arm, she gon’ come through naked Servin’ what I put up on my charm, they gon’ have to rate it Seven Superbowl rings on like I’m Tom Brady Know she gotta keep a thong on if she gon’ be my lady I be tryna put that tongue on her, but she actin’ crazy Had to go and rent a lawnmower like she Beyoncé Say that I can hit it if I bring her home a B.O.A Havin’ double digits but replacin’ big ole 308s] |
