C.L.

C.L. - Dr. Pepper lyrics

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Ft. Riff Raff, Og Maco, Diplo

(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

(Hook)<br />

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