tyo drip by Basil Jaxin Lyrics
[Intro]
This what keep my wrist on snow, from my dude in Kyoto
If he bought it with his pockets then he's got more racks to blow
[Verse 1]
Hunnids on my wrist, I´m a hundred dolla bitch
Whippin´ foreign cars like its Tokyo Drift
Yo I called up Mikimoto, got that Tokyo drip
Get the Teriyaki Boyz on the fuckin´ remix
Uh! Uh!
Did ya hear that?
Hop up in a coupe, and switch the gear back
I´m in a Genesis, he in a Pontiac
If life’s a movie then this the fuckin´ soundtrack
[Pre-Chorus]
This what keep my wrist on snow, from my dude in Kyoto
If he bought it with his pockets then he's got more racks to blow
[Chorus]
This that Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
That's Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
[Verse 1]
I don’t do wigs, I don't give into that hype shit
But I want a wet one like a wipe bitch
So I'm sitting pretty while you dye bitch
Cause I always got the strap like a dyke bitch
Watch me pull up in a Rolls Royce
Any color, my choice
I just got a new toy
I'm popping like a La Croix
Now he calling shotgun
He gassing like he got some
Keep your eyes on the road, and your hands off my buns
[Pre-Chorus]
This what keep my wrist on snow, from my dude in Kyoto
If he bought it with his pockets then he's got more racks to blow
[Chorus]
This that Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
That's Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
[Verse 3]
You ain't in the game, you the DLC
Hoe my pockets so fat they on TLC
Lemme clear this wack bitch like a PNG
Now he wanna pipe my body like PVC
Cause I'm back on my bullshit, bombs away
Take you off the map like Nagasaki, M.I.A
Im dropping bars on these bitches, they busy with paper planes
Still on that Tokyo shit and I’m steady switching lanes
This what keep my wrist on snow, from my dude in Kyoto
If he bought it with his pockets then he's got more racks to blow
[Verse 1]
Hunnids on my wrist, I´m a hundred dolla bitch
Whippin´ foreign cars like its Tokyo Drift
Yo I called up Mikimoto, got that Tokyo drip
Get the Teriyaki Boyz on the fuckin´ remix
Uh! Uh!
Did ya hear that?
Hop up in a coupe, and switch the gear back
I´m in a Genesis, he in a Pontiac
If life’s a movie then this the fuckin´ soundtrack
[Pre-Chorus]
This what keep my wrist on snow, from my dude in Kyoto
If he bought it with his pockets then he's got more racks to blow
[Chorus]
This that Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
That's Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
[Verse 1]
I don’t do wigs, I don't give into that hype shit
But I want a wet one like a wipe bitch
So I'm sitting pretty while you dye bitch
Cause I always got the strap like a dyke bitch
Watch me pull up in a Rolls Royce
Any color, my choice
I just got a new toy
I'm popping like a La Croix
Now he calling shotgun
He gassing like he got some
Keep your eyes on the road, and your hands off my buns
[Pre-Chorus]
This what keep my wrist on snow, from my dude in Kyoto
If he bought it with his pockets then he's got more racks to blow
[Chorus]
This that Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
That's Tokyo!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
[Verse 3]
You ain't in the game, you the DLC
Hoe my pockets so fat they on TLC
Lemme clear this wack bitch like a PNG
Now he wanna pipe my body like PVC
Cause I'm back on my bullshit, bombs away
Take you off the map like Nagasaki, M.I.A
Im dropping bars on these bitches, they busy with paper planes
Still on that Tokyo shit and I’m steady switching lanes