Mais Drip (feat. Johnny Berry e FatBoy6.3)

Latino Records

Father have mercy on me
Forgive my sins
I am well aware that I have sinned
Because of the rappers I have killed

But if you look closely, they are to blame themselves
I'm doing well in a pause
With a calm baby and they keep poking

And today I'm Rollin in Gucci and Givenchy
My lady has Fendi and she calls me candy, bro
To climb boots I don't remember, nigga doesn't understand
Haters every day, I give them now

More bitches, more money, more drip
More health for my old lady and all my niggas
More fans, more bangers, more bless, no stress
And a long life for my hater

More bitches, more money, more drip
More health for my old lady and all my niggas
More fans, more bangers, more bless, no stress
And a long life for my hater

My old man said son be careful
Why are you always killing beats
Control well who you've been with
A lot of people don't like you

And I wonder what I do
They want to bond me they won't succeed
Because my old lady folds her knees
And prays for me every day

And today I'm Rollin in Gucci and Givenchy
My dana has Fendi, she calls me Berry, yeah
To climb boots I don't remember, with my old lady I learned
And today I put my ass in the Mercedes, bitch

So much shine in me warms you up like the sun
Relaxed in the biva just coming Christian Dior, skookie
There's a lot of pressure mothefuck nigga, stop
Ohh flow is giving gwara gwara
Don't think much grab your bros and shoot

Hola, cuties, how are you? Sorry, my name is Johnny B
Thank you, you're too cute and kind, we can say you're my Queen
Hola, cuties, how are you? Sorry, my name is Johnny B
Thank you, you're too cute and kind, we can say you're my Queen, yeah

Skookie!

More bitches, more money, more drip
More health for my old lady and all my niggas
More fans, more bangers, more bless, no stress
And a long life for my hater

More bitches, more money, more drip
More health for my old lady and all my niggas
More fans, more bangers, more bless, no stress
And a long life for my hater

I receive a video of a fan listening to Twenty
The next day she woke up on the track
I'm with a rose inside a G-Wagen
And I'm not a cop or a delinquent anymore
She asked to touch the G-spot
So we did it in the back seats of the Mercedes
And my sins were forgiven
By the saints I have in Cartier yeah

NASA weather is very cold
If I open the wardrobe I'll freeze to death
I'm 22, the bitch is 23 but the car rims are 24
More health for all my niggas
And a big fuck you to those who have doubted
Taking those niggas is easy, I confess to myself
It's harder for me to get washed, brrr

Father have mercy on me
Forgive my sins
I am well aware that I have sinned
Because of the rappers I have killed

But if you look closely, they are to blame themselves
I'm doing well in a pause
With a calm baby and they keep poking

And today I'm Rollin in Gucci and Givenchy
My lady has Fendi and she calls me candy, bro
To climb boots I don't remember, nigga doesn't understand
Haters every day, I give them now

More bitches, more money, more drip
More health for my old lady and all my niggas
More fans, more bangers, more bless, no stress
And a long life for my hater

More bitches, more money, more drip
More health for my old lady and all my niggas
More fans, more bangers, more bless, no stress
And a long life for my hater