Dip (Remix)
by Tyga

Album: Legendary (2018)
Charted: 62 63
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  • [Intro:]
    Young Money!
    I know you wanna do it for the gram, right?
    D.A. got that dope
    Yeah, hah

    [Tyga:]
    First things first, I fuck, get all the money
    Bitches love me, keep it hunnid
    Bitches like you, 'cause you funny, niggas ain't stunners
    I'm the one that came and fuck the summer
    I got a black Barbie, she into ménages
    I'm a fuck her all night 'till I cum nothing
    Sip got me buzzin', I am not a husband
    I can be your daddy, 'cause I am a motherfucker
    Fuck niggas muggin', these niggas sweet, muffin
    Put my seed on her face she get smashed like a pumpkin
    Ooh, she love it, do me rougher
    Talk that nasty, when I smack your ass cheek

    [Tyga & Nicki Minaj:]
    Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
    Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?
    Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
    Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
    Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
    Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
    Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
    Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
    Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip

    [Nicki Minaj:]
    Uh, ayo
    I think he wanna dippy the tippy, then put it on my lippy
    Even when it get sticky, he know it still got the drippy
    Yeah I'm pulling your card though, got him calling me Ricky
    All these bitches my minis, got him calling me Mickey
    All that rah-rah never was the icon issue
    Harper's Bazaar, I'm covering the icon issue
    I got issues, yeah bitch, I got issues
    W, Vogue, Cosmo (I got issues)
    I always pull up with some Barbie dolls, thick in the thighs
    I said we looking for some brain, where the Wizard of Oz
    Last nigga was a dope dealer, hell of a guy
    He said the pussy top...5, dead or alive

    [Tyga:]
    Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
    Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?
    Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
    Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
    Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
    Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
    Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
    Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
    Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip

    Santana bandanna on the twist
    Got your bitch wave ridin' on my dick
    Man, these niggas ain't shit
    I done came back with the hits
    Fresher than the pillow with the fuckin' mint
    What I said? I'm in, this shit is big
    I came to flex, look in the mirror
    Look at your ass, fuck a career
    How you make a g-string just disappear
    She like buy me all this shit, I need bags, I need fits
    I need cash, I need cash, I'm just really nigga rich
    Make it splash, make it splash, but before I get you dripped
    I just got one question, bitch

    Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
    Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?
    Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
    Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
    Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
    Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
    Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
    Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
    Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip

    [Nicki Minaj (Tyga):]
    Ayo, what's poppington, I'm depositin'
    All these M's while you motherfuckers gossipin' (Show me how you make it dip)
    All this cock-sucking, eat a box or something
    Ice out your little watch, with some rocks or something
    What's poppin'? What's poppin'? What's poppington? (Show me how you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
    Make it dip n' make it dip n' make it drop again, (Make it dip, make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip)
    You know Barbie God got it on lock again, (Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
    Westside, with Tyga, fucking to pop again, uh (Make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip)
    Who got the juice be sending you niggas' brazy
    Who got 'em mad? Like, man, that pussy wavy
    Yeah, I had to dash, like, damn, baby, I'm Stacey
    W-When you turn 'em down, these clowns turn into babies
    Who got the juice be sending you niggas' brazy
    W-W-Who got 'em mad? Like, man, that pussy wavy
    All these niggas want me to love 'em like I'm Keke
    Got 'em in they feelings since they seen me in FEFE (Ooh)
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