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Dip
by Tyga & Nicki Minaj

Young Money
Haha, I know you gon' do it for the 'Gram, right?
(D.a. Got that dope)
Yeah, ha

First things first, I fuck
Get all the money
Bitches love me, keep it hunnid (ha)
Bitches like you 'cause you funny
Niggas ain't stunners (no)
I'm the one that came and fuck the summer (me)
I got a black Barbie, she into ménages (yeah)
I'ma fuck her all night 'til I cum nothing (no)
Sip got me buzzin' (yeah), I am not a husband (no)
I can be your daddy 'cause I am a motherfucker (haha)
Fuck, niggas muggin', these niggas sweet muffin
Put my seed on her face, she get smashed like a pumpkin (smash)
Ooh, she love it, do me rougher (rougher)
Talk that nasty, when I smack your ass cheek (go, go, go)

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 (uh, ay yo)

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 (uh huh)
All these bitches my minis, got 'em calling me Mickey (haha)
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, five
Dead or alive

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 (no)
I done came back with the hits
Fresher than the pillow with the fuckin' mint (ha)
What I said? I'm in (yeah), this shit is big (yeah)
I came to flex (yeah), look in the mirror (yeah)
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 (ay yo)

What's popping-ton?
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
(Show me how you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
What's poppin'? What's poppin'? What's poppington?
(Make it dip, make it dip, yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip)
Make it dip and make it dip and make it drop again
You know Barbie God got it on lock again
(Make it dip, yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip)
Westside with Tyga, bumpin' to Pac 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 (wavy)
Yeah, I had to dash, like, damn, baby, I'm Stacey
W-when you turn 'em down, these clowns turn into babies

Who-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 Kiki
Got 'em in they feelings since they seen me in FEFE (ooh)

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David L Doman, Michael Stevenson, Adele Genevieve Elysee

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