Cliff Savage - Water lyrics

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Drippin 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