Dr. Pepper Diplo x CL x Riff Raff x OG Maco



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Автор: Diplo x CL x Riff Raff x OG Maco

Название песни: Dr. Pepper

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Текст песни:

(Hook)
Put it on ice bitch, Dr. Pepper
Feelin' so clean, it don't get no fresher
Chilling in the freezer when I'm under pressure
I put it on ice bitch, Dr. Pepper
Dr. Pepper, Dr. Pepper
Dr. Pepper, Dr. Pepper
Dr. Pepper, Dr. Pepper

(Verse: CL)
Chillin' in the freezer when i'm under pressure
I put it on ice bitch, Dr. Pepper
Can't handle this volume, can't handle this
Can't handle this song
But ya goin' bounce to this shit
Bounce to this shit, bounce to this shit
Put yo this face on, lemme see ya bounce to this shit
Phone callin' I'm pressin' red
Only red cup that's in my hand
I ain't got the time, so why ya askin'
I got a flight to catch, I'm always travelin'
They packin'

(Hook)

(Verse 2: RiFF RAFF)
Driving backwards thru' Rome in a Range Rover
Ya skating on thin ice, Anna Kournikova
Rap game Tony Danza wit the hot handles
No tint on the glasses, Colonel Sanders
I can Las Vegas valet at the Wynn
The burly boys in the candy blueberry Benz
I done rock mo' ice than Michelle Kwan
Aw shit, look who it is: the white Barry Bonds
A heavy weight, ya a feather weight
I can meditate, make my drum levitate
I used to go camping in that inward flannel
Ghost stories ova Versace candles
RiFF!

(Hook)

(Verse 3: OG Maco)
Put it on ice like the musicals
Shooting fo' the top, no Call of Duty tho'
Doctor weather sipping, sipping on her like a Dr. Pepper
I ain't thinking wit my pecker
But when I am in advantage she know 'Mac a spender
So outlandish when they catchin' candies
Women getting friendly treasure landing pimping
And the windows tinted and this shit is banging
Leave this bitch there, god damn!
Chick wit me and she far from dizzy
But she kind of dizzy from these round trips
And she talking money ya don't hear a quip
Every last nigga making anthems wit my lady
Goin' on tangents, makin' papers
Haters that play it just bring green green
Two million and a half, Charlie Sheen
Wrist glisten and the neck glean
So supreme like sean stussy
Grip the pistol, it's itchy choosy
So in any battle, ain't no betta than losin', yuh







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