Eminem, Offset, Tyga, Metro Boomin – “Ric Flair Drip x Dubai Drip” Remix [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]

Ric Flair drip go “woo” on a bitch

ARTIST – Eminem, Offset, Tyga, Metro Boomin, Nitin Randhawa
Official Mashup By Nitin Randhawa
Official Music Video

Contact – nrandhawa.nr@gmail.com
Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/nitin_randhawa/?hl=en

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LYRICS

[Intro]
Dubai drip on my Dubai
She got a wobbly wobbly wop
She got a wobbly wobbly wop
Sahara
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go “woo” on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on it if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)

[Chorus: Offset]

[Verse 1]
Dubai drip on my Dubai shit
In-mashallah marshmallows on my wrist
Blue gatti on the strip
On sight bitch get in
Billionaire club
Got some billion dollar friends
T-sticky I get tricky, with mathematics
69 told the bitch throw the ass backwards
Lil Pump take your lip like asthmatics
Snow bunny see the hole fuck a jack rabbit
Pat paddick paddick playing patek addict
Hair long afro Kaepernick
Billie Jean, the kid mine can’t, call it
If I take another shot I’ll be alcoholic
Sick tonic
Throw it up dissect all this
Know some
Secret shit that’ll end all this
But that’s off topic
Your old shit can’t top it
Your new shit, washer
Too many diamonds on can’t mosh pit
None of my diamonds treated
Diamonds all anemic
Who’s this car behind me?
Gotta take the scenic
Even though we don’t speak much these days
It’s still young money til the day i’m cremated
Shit brazy
Oops I mean this shit crazy
I done done a lot shit for niggas who was lazy
Fuck you pay me
Guess it’s business baby

[Refrain]
Okay I get so busy yeah
Hoes get so dizzy yeah
Tried to let her go
But the hoe like a frisbee uh
What you know about a milli on the schedule?
Everyday I flex it’s hard to keep my schedule flexible

[Verse 2]
Got a milli on my schedule
Send five to the city on my schedule
Pretty bitch ass and titties on my schedule
Switch up, that’s some shit that I would never do
I’m never gon’ change, yeah
I’m never gon’ change
They call me King Gold Chains, yeah
I need my gold chains, yeah
I need my gold rings, yeah
I hear my phone ring
(Yeah I hear my phone ring)
But I’m too busy
Got a milli on the schedule
You just put a quarter in, shit i’m on level two
Fucking up the game, aye, shit is getting sexual
She want to put a real nigga on the schedule
High on the pussy that’s an edible
Hardcore T-raw ain’t nothing edited
Money on the seesaw both sides levitate
What’s on your schedule?
(Hella’ hate, hella’ hate)
Battery pack boy you’re
(Hella’ fake, hella’ fake)
All this cake it’s time to celebrate
Tel em’ wait (Hold up)
I gotta check my schedule
All I do is work you can check my resume

[Refrain]
Okay I get so busy yeah
Hoes get so dizzy yeah
Tried to let her go
But the hoe like a frisbee uh
What you know about a milli on the schedule?

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Hey Em, you know you’re my favorite white boy, right?

[Verse 2: Eminem]
They think they’re crazy, but they ain’t crazy
Let’s face it, shit, basically
They’re just playin’ sick, they ain’t shit
They ain’t sayin’ shit — spray ’em, 50!
A to the K, get in the way I’ll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fuckin’ mayhem, you stayin’ with me?
Don’t let me lose you, I’m not tryna confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi
And just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I gettin’ through to you?
You know what’s comin’?
You motherfuckers don’t even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix ’em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It’s like a fight to the top just to see who’d die for the spot
You put your life in this, nothin’ like survivin’ a shot
Y’all know what time it is, soo…