Dj Drewski, Molly Brazy, Rubi Rose and DreamDoll - Water

Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water

Drewski (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)
Uh, uh, yeah (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)

You know I stay drippin' (splash)
These bitches stay mad, stay trippin' (what?)
Fendi bag full of blue hunnids, straight Crippin' (ha)
And if a nigga like a pic, she hate different
Last year was underrated
Now my rate different
Now my cake different
Switch the recipe, I bake different
When Drewskii on the set of the club, I shake different
I hop out the truck I'm drippy as fuck (skrrt)
Toast liquor, post pictures, how I get to the bucks
I don't fuck with foul bitches, no chickens or ducks (quack, quack)
Give my real ones my last and won't give you a fuck
The kitty gets sucked, I got big cities to crush
Got goals way bigger than my titties to touch
It's hard work not luck, shit is gritty as fuck
Fresh face ponytail still pretty as fuck
I'm all smiles 'cause you whores is a joke
Me and Molly went brazy straight water
Like the faucet was broke

Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Look, I got it (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)
Listen, ayy, look (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)

Ayy, I got that shit on me you hoes could never get to me (no)
Walking around flexin' all that fake ass jewelry (what the fuck?)
Talking big money but trust me that's lil' shit to me (uh-huh)
Literally racing to that bag like a track meet, stupid
I'm ballin' on these bitches I ain't hoopin'
Except with the drakey I always make it when I'm shootin'
Wake up in the mornin' to them racks bitch I do this
I ain't even gotta speak on the plan I'm gettin' to it
Ayy, you want a bag come get a job
Come and work for me
Ten bands in one night I got the recipe
Fuck a friend these bitches don't even know loyalty
I fuck with myself just to know me you gotta pay a fee
I got it out the mud I had to get a bag
All my bros got locked, I need my niggas back
Talking brazy and them missiles coming at your ass
Joy Road bitch, Exit Nine to be exact

Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Drippin' (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)
Rubi (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)
Yeah, uh-huh (want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water)

Baby I'm moist like water
It's real, real wet
Zip it up nigga, I only want the neck (necky)
He said this pussy taste like ice cream
He said he keep having wet dreams about me (ooh)
It go drippy-drippy-drop
Biggity-biggity-bop
Freak nasty wit' it leave a puddle on the cock
Bitch I'm the one like UNO, yeah hoe you know
He ain't with it, bitch I'm deuced up, kudos
You a pretty motherfucker (fucker) so I act cocky (slatt)
Maserati shawty drive that bitch like I'm Bobby (zoom)
Niggas and they bitches, yeah, they lovin' my body (damn)
Only want the toppy if it's wet and it's sloppy (slurp, slurp)
If I want it I got it I'm sure I can afford it
She got too much ass make it go retarded
Like do it, go stupid, fuck it up bitch get to it (ayy, ooh, go, go)

Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water

Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin' like water

Written by:
Tabatha Robinson, Misharron Jermeisha Allen, Rubi Rose Benton

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