Cliff Savage - Water lyrics
rate meDrippin like, drippin, drippin like water
Drippin like, trippy, drippin like water
Drippin like, trippy, trippy like water
Drippin like, trippy, trippy like water
It goes Cli-double f, double that, don’t call it the company
Niggas got me now debating wanna put the gun down
I don’t give a fuck take your bitch, take it at me
I’ve been hot up in the streets and all the hoes call me daddy
YOLO is the motto so I live it
Going hard for my hood, long beach is back with me
The fans know I got the flow, dripping like water
And my goons will put them bullets in the air, fixing order
I’m feeling like Floyd but to knock a nigga out
Mayweather money sitting me higher than the clouds
It’s about to go down, I’m about to pick it up
Hip hop’s next generation blowing up
Everywhere I go the club banging my shit
Like a nigga made another hit or some shit
Now wonder why they chasing me, I’m heavy with the paper tree
The tree is in the paper, so I’m faded like a taper be.
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
I’m the shit, ok
Clean cut nigga, no tats all raw
Fresh man at the main stream, game killing off
My pen stay leaking that intelligence on my path
Niggas talking shit like they heating on my night stand
I get’s down and this girl gets around
Yo, every time I see her she go down… round ball
They say I bang like 23 the only nigga shooting through your corpse like a movie
You’re uzzi… I say no to the groupie
…if I see another nigga false advertise hoes
Take all of his bitches, telling him he gotta go
Every day I wake up, I be on some new shit
I got a different swag, so these bitches wanna do shit
I am on a mission and my dick is worth a fortune
You be telling her you love her, I just tell her put my fork in
What the fuck?
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Money in my pocket, bad bitches on my arm
You little niggas acting like we know who you are
I be on that shit that make these lames wanna diss me
I bang my city and I rap it like …Hold up, wait, ok, my bitches come in…
Get them tipsy with that hose…
So rock is what I’m sipping, and these haters be tripping
Cause my big homeys be creeping, banging on a nigga listen
I’m heavy with this rap shit, bitches doing back flips
Trying to be my groupie for the night like the last chick
I am not famous, but I will let the bitch think I am to get her anus
Now that’s what I call swag,
Some see me as a king cause I wipe my ass with hash
Plus that shit, like it never was a problem
Niggas barkin on me so I let the heat solve them
Put my number in your phone hoe,
Let me dick you down, cause my shit is like a polo
Get me by the year they’ll be calling me the cheese man
Bitch you know my name like your motherfucking weed man
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water
Trippy like, trippy, trippy like water.
Thanks to @TheyCallMe_JP for correcting these lyrics