Sweet Spot
Sweet Spot

Yung Drippy - Sweet Spot Lyrics

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Sweet Spot Music Video

Sweet Spot Lyrics

(Ayo Ran, Turn that up!)
Ayye rundown wit a glock to his face
Free T cuz he locked in the cage
Bad bih but she not my bae
We could fuck but you can't get saved
And if we fuck then I'm pulling yo braids
Better not come through with no lace
Down bad man I had to make a change
Now I'm up Drippy Dri getting paid
Sweet spot, girl can you hit that sweet spot for me (Okay)
Treetop, baby I'm high like a treetop baby
Gang pull up wit like 3 chops
Yung Drippy fly like a sea hawk baby
Nigga R.I.P. G Dot
We kicking shit life FIFA baby baby
I'm in the Stu today
I'm in the Stu tomorrow as well
I'm trying paper chase
I'm trying go to heaven, what is hell
Brodie just caught a case
But he finna stay down cuz we don't tell
Choppa gon spray like mace
And that is the reason why yo good man fell
I stay with my brother Keenan ain't no Kel
I run it back Le'Veon Bell
It's Yung Drippy Dri ain't nobody else
I play the cards that my mama dealt
Iced out watch it ain't gon never
OG za you should take a smell
Drip so hard I feel like Michael Phelps
All on my own I ain't need no, no help
(All these niggas wanna jank me)
(Why all these niggas wanna jank me out)
(Why all these niggas wanna jank me out)
(They wanna jank me out)
(Jank me out, yeah)
Rundown wit a glock to his face
Free T cuz he locked in the cage
Bad bih but she not my bae
We could fuck but you can't get saved
And if we fuck then I'm pulling yo braids
Better not come through with no lace
Down bad man I had to make a change
Now I'm up Drippy Dri getting paid
Sweet spot, girl can you hit that sweet spot for me (Okay)
Treetop, baby I'm high like a treetop baby
Gang pull up wit like 3 chops
Yung Drippy fly like a sea hawk baby
Nigga R.I.P. G Dot
We kickin' shit life FIFA baby baby
Walk in the club and I hear all these bitches say ouuu ouuu
I do not write what I say when I walk in the stuuu stuuu
I always run to the bank so my pockets they bluue bluue
Why do you hate on me I don't hate on youu youuu
Niggas gon talk bout the gang
We always gon stay the same
Lil Drip Yung Drippy Dri I don't change
Shorty don't want the material thangs
But she bouta give material brain
Just get on yo knees I don't care bout yo name
You always said you was never gon change
Why did you change
(Why did you change)
(Why did you change)
(No no wayyyy)
(Gimme your name)
(What is your name)
(Why did you change)
(Why did you change)
Rundown wit a glock to his face
Free T cuz he locked in the cage
Bad bih but she not my bae
We could fuck but you can't get saved
And if we fuck then I'm pulling yo braids
Better not come through with no lace
Down bad man I had to make a change
Now I'm up Drippy Dri getting paid
Sweet spot, girl can you hit that sweet spot for me (Okay)
Treetop, baby I'm high like a treetop baby
Gang pull up wit like 3 chops
Yung Drippy fly like a sea hawk baby
Nigga R.I.P. G Dot
We kicking shit life FIFA baby baby

(Ayo Ran, Turn that up!)
Ayye rundown wit a glock to his face
Free T cuz he locked in the cage
Bad bih but she not my bae
We could fuck but you can't get saved
And if we fuck then I'm pulling yo braids
Better not come through with no lace
Down bad man I had to make a change
Now I'm up Drippy Dri getting paid
Sweet spot, girl can you hit that sweet spot for me (Okay)
Treetop, baby I'm high like a treetop baby
Gang pull up wit like 3 chops
Yung Drippy fly like a sea hawk baby
Nigga R.I.P. G Dot
We kicking shit life FIFA baby baby
I'm in the Stu today
I'm in the Stu tomorrow as well
I'm trying paper chase
I'm trying go to heaven, what is hell
Brodie just caught a case
But he finna stay down cuz we don't tell
Choppa gon spray like mace
And that is the reason why yo good man fell
I stay with my brother Keenan ain't no Kel
I run it back Le'Veon Bell
It's Yung Drippy Dri ain't nobody else
I play the cards that my mama dealt
Iced out watch it ain't gon never
OG za you should take a smell
Drip so hard I feel like Michael Phelps
All on my own I ain't need no, no help
(All these niggas wanna jank me)
(Why all these niggas wanna jank me out)
(Why all these niggas wanna jank me out)
(They wanna jank me out)
(Jank me out, yeah)
Rundown wit a glock to his face
Free T cuz he locked in the cage
Bad bih but she not my bae
We could fuck but you can't get saved
And if we fuck then I'm pulling yo braids
Better not come through with no lace
Down bad man I had to make a change
Now I'm up Drippy Dri getting paid
Sweet spot, girl can you hit that sweet spot for me (Okay)
Treetop, baby I'm high like a treetop baby
Gang pull up wit like 3 chops
Yung Drippy fly like a sea hawk baby
Nigga R.I.P. G Dot
We kickin' shit life FIFA baby baby
Walk in the club and I hear all these bitches say ouuu ouuu
I do not write what I say when I walk in the stuuu stuuu
I always run to the bank so my pockets they bluue bluue
Why do you hate on me I don't hate on youu youuu
Niggas gon talk bout the gang
We always gon stay the same
Lil Drip Yung Drippy Dri I don't change
Shorty don't want the material thangs
But she bouta give material brain
Just get on yo knees I don't care bout yo name
You always said you was never gon change
Why did you change
(Why did you change)
(Why did you change)
(No no wayyyy)
(Gimme your name)
(What is your name)
(Why did you change)
(Why did you change)
Rundown wit a glock to his face
Free T cuz he locked in the cage
Bad bih but she not my bae
We could fuck but you can't get saved
And if we fuck then I'm pulling yo braids
Better not come through with no lace
Down bad man I had to make a change
Now I'm up Drippy Dri getting paid
Sweet spot, girl can you hit that sweet spot for me (Okay)
Treetop, baby I'm high like a treetop baby
Gang pull up wit like 3 chops
Yung Drippy fly like a sea hawk baby
Nigga R.I.P. G Dot
We kicking shit life FIFA baby baby

Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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