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Buddah bless this beat
You likin’ what you see
Everythin’ designer, that’s on me (Uh)
That’s water when I walk
Lookin’ like you, just tryna fuck, yeah
Chorus: Chris Brown and Gunna
This drip got you in heat
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick, yeah
You know that I’ma beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this drip got your ass in heat, yeah
Verse 1: Chris Brown
Those eyes don’t tell no lie, no
Girl, I know that you ready
Girl, I’m not gonna let you down (Down, down)
I ain’t gon’ keep you waitin’ up
If you throw it, it’s gon’ get knocked up (Knocked up)
You playin’ hide and seek, I’ma find you (I’ma find you, ooh)
Baby, hold on tight when you ride me (Ride it)
You know I like to eat, give me options (Oh, give me)
If you throw it, it’s gon’ get knocked up (Knocked up)
I wanna get equal
All that ass for my people
Baby, we gon’ keep it simple (Yeah)
I need all that love on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You likin’ what you see (Yeah)
Everythin’ designer, that’s on me (Oh yeah, uh)
That’s water when I walk (Walk)
Lookin’ like you, just tryna fuck (Just tryna fuck), yeah
Chorus: Chris Brown and Gunna
This drip got you in heat (Oh, heat)
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick (Oh, heat), yeah
You know that I’ma beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this drip got your ass in heat, yeah (Yeah, ooh)
Verse 2: Gunna
This drip got you in heat (Yeah, this drip got you in heat)
Super wet, her juice is runnin’ down her knee, uh, uh
Your stylist sippin’ some lean (Lean, stylist)
Got you flodgin’ with a icy Patek Philippe, oh, oh
Pretty pies inside the mansion by the beach (Beach)
Fendi prints all on your bathin’ suit, your style is so unique (Your style is so unique)
Fifty bands inside your room, designer garments for the week (Week)
And that’s all on me, I swear, that’s all on me (It’s all on me)
You actin’ like you really want it, you gon’ get it
Once I fuck you good, I got you (Got you)
In your feelings (Feelings)
Birki’ bags and Goyard pouches (Pouches)
Got you drippin’ (Drippin’)
Calculus and more accountants (More accountants)
Countin’ digits (Digits)
Cherishin’ these riches
You likin’ what you see (Yeah, yeah, oh)
Everythin’ designer, that’s on me (Oh yeah, uh)
That’s water when I walk (Walk, walk)
Lookin’ like you, just tryna fuck (Just tryna fuck), yeah
Chorus—- Chris Brown and Gunna
This drip got you in heat (Oh, heat)
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick (Oh, heat), yeah
You know that I’ma beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this drip got your ass in heat (Got your ass in heat), yeah
Verse 3: Chris Brown
Give me directions, I do whatever you want (Whatever you want)
Got a fifth of that Hen’ just to add to the fun (To add to the fun)
You light it up while I’m breakin’ you down
You gon’ knock out by the end of this round, oh
You got me speechless, girl, that pussy, no power (That pussy, no power)
Girl, you’re the only one that knows what I want (Knows what I want)
I’m feelin’ this shit, I know you’re feelin’ it too (Feelin’ it too)
I can go deeper, but that’s all up to you, yeah
I wanna get equal
All that ass for my people
Baby, we gon’ keep it simple (Yeah)
I need all that love on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You likin’ what you see (Yeah, yeah)
Everythin’ designer, that’s on me (Oh yeah, uh)
That’s water when I walk (Walk, walk)
Lookin’ like you, just tryna fuck (Just tryna fuck), yeah
Last Chorus: Chris Brown
This drip got you in heat (Oh, heat)
Just jump in, baby girl, hop on this dick (Oh, heat), yeah
You know that I’ma beat (Ooh, huh)
All this drip got your ass in heat, yeah
ARTISTS: CHRIS BROWN AND GUNNA
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