I’m getting drippy
Oh I’m getting drippy
Oh I’m getting drippy
With my friend BigLad
I woke up, this morning, and started getting drippy, ay
Next thing I did, was get drippy again, ay
The drip is so fire, just like a tire, ay
My drip makes me rejoice, because I had a choice
Of the drip that I chose
From death I arose
To give you
Drip
You think you have, better drip than me?
Well if you ain’t BigLad, then your wrong Jimmy
Is your name Nick? How typical
Because you are, born in a jar
Now I’ma pass the mic to BigLad
God damn, he is rad
And unlike you, he not blue
I am not blue, I’m actually just depressed
It has nothing to do with me, it’s the way you fools are dressed
I’ve got a rad hat, and I’ve got an awesome scarf
But with the way y’all are dressin’, y’all make me wanna barf
Drip, drip, drip drippity drip
Drip, drip, drip drippity drip
Boom chicka bing bong ding bigada boo
Boom chicka bing bong ding bigada boo
Drip, drip, drip drippity drip
Drip, drip, drip drippity drip
Boom chicka bing bong ding bigada boo
Boom chicka bing bong ding bigada boo
I woke up, this morning, and started getting drippy, ay
Next thing I did, was get drippy again, ay
The drip is so fire, just like a tire, ay
My drip is so moist, because I had a choice (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Of the drip that I chose
From death I arose
To give you
Drip
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Matt Shatt & BigLad Lyrics – Getting Drippy