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Ty Dolla $ign

Drank N Cranberry

 

Drank N Cranberry

(album: Sign Language - 2014)


D.R.U.G.S

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Drank mixed with cranberry
Hoes in my Blackberry
Hoes in my iPhone
Hoes wherever I go
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry

Drank mixed with cranberry
Got a square bitch and she scary
Only took her to my hood
Seen my pistol and got shook (you scared)
See the money, got sprung
Blood ain't thicker than cum
I'm fucking with my enemies sister
Bust all in her tummy
I ain't gon' brag about money
Most you niggas broke
I ain't gonna talk about bitches
You ain't got no hoes
You ain't got no hoes
I fucked your bitch without a condom
It was me, 3D and Krondon, sipping

Drank mixed with cranberry
Hoes in my Blackberry
Hoes in my iPhone
Hoes wherever I go
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry

[Ty Dolla $ign (Casey Veggies):]
And now I'm leaning on your baby momma, oh, oh, yeah
And now I'm leaning on your baby momma, oh, ooh, yeah
(Straight up)

[Casey Veggies:]
I prefer the dome, being honest, baby girl did the honors
I'm street smart and she a college girl
That stayed down when I was grinding
Patron shots to the stomach, sprint race to the money
Come party with a real nigga right at my house, we clubbing
Right at my house, we fucking, I play my Macbook
Then beat it from the back
Come back to it, I leave it where it's at
I fly to the city cause I need it where I'm at
I'm Westside with my name known
Her chest out, she trained to go
Boy tried to snatch my main ho
Nigga gotta try to match my bankroll like, "Whoa!"
I done seen a lot of girls in the city
Act brand new and turn model
Turn out, look on the internet
Ahe was in a video doing porno, she go
No stop, shout out to the girls that like on top
For a young boy that made it from the bottom
We live one life, so I'm drinking out the bottle like, "Oh!"

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Drank mixed with cranberry
Hoes in my Blackberry
Hoes in my iPhone
Hoes wherever I go
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry
Drank mixed with cranberry

And now I'm leaning on your baby momma, oh, oh, yeah
And now I'm leaning on your baby momma, oh, ooh

done

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