Splash feat. DreamDoll
SiAngie Twins Lyrics


Wow, it's like a breath of fresh air.

Chorus: Drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash drip splash, Run it Up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, Drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash drip splash, Run it Up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up

Only speak when you spoken to
They Kiss the ground that I drag on
These hoes ain't really what they say they Is
Big bank is what turn me on
Can't sit wit us on this side
He ride shotty
this my ride
Lame bitches gon run they mouth
But I pulls up and be outside
Y'all hoes pressed still
Talking shit
Then smile when you see me
You tuned in to my life
U watch the twins on TV
Kool aid add cut the check
Now you thinking this shit sweet
We major league hitting home runs
You bitches still swinging pee wees
Clout chasing is the new drug
You selling weave what u the new plug?
Loose lips on both ends
You ya momma and all ya friends
Copy paste that's the new trend
Y'all ain't real but y'all sure pretend
Cuting loss
No lose ends
Only real big dividends

Drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash drip splash, Run it Up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up,

Drip splash, big bags, Chanelle bags, big tags, no credit, just cash, run it up, fuck the tab, I run it I run it up, got to make sure that my funds is up, we comin' we comin' up, none of your Bitch can come with us, check out my drip splash, stunt on you quick fast, look at my neck, look at my wrist, diamonds go splish splash, you bitch be big mad, because I hop in the whip fast, give her a quick drag, smack a bitch give her whiplash, haters stare when we pass through, if I was you I would be mad to sick bitch with bird flu, can't pick a twin I just grab two, I ain't even got to brag boo, we do this shit with no hastle ridin' through Philly looking pretty like Skirt Skirt, where you at.

Drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash drip splash, Run it Up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, Drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash, drip splash drip splash, Run it Up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up


Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC



Written by: Angelise Garcia, Jeffery (AKA J. Oliver) Robinson, Sianney Garcia, Tabatha Robinson

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