Video Dip Remix Ft Tyga de Nicki Minaj 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - Dip Remix Ft Tyga Lyrics

Dip Remix

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Tyga]
Young Money!
I know you wanna do it for the gram, right?
D.A. got that dope!
Yeah, hah

[Verse 1: Tyga]
First things first, I f***, get all the money
Bitches love me, keep it hunnid
Bitches like you, ‘cause you funny, niggas ain’t stunners
I’m the one that came and f*** the summer

I got a black Barbie, she into ménages
I’mma f*** her all night ’till I cum nothing
Sip got me buzzin’, I am not a husband
I can be your daddy, ‘cause I am a motherfuc***

F*** niggas muggin’, these niggas sweet, muffin
Put my seed on her face she get smashed like a pumpkin
Ooh, she love it, do me rougher
Talk that nasty, when I smack your ass cheek

[Chorus: Tyga & Nicki Minaj]
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

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, ayo
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
All these bitches my minis, got him calling me Mickey

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 ni*** was a dope dealer, hell of a guy
He said the pu*** top…5, dead or alive

[Chorus: Tyga]
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

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Santana bandanna on the twist
Got your bitch wave ridin’ on my dick
Man, these niggas ain’t shit
I done came back with the hits
Fresher than the pillow with the fuckin’ mint

What I said? I’m in, this shit is big
I came to flex, look in the mirror
Look at your ass, f*** 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 ni*** rich
Make it splash, make it splash, but before I get you dripped
I just got one question, bitch

[Chorus: Tyga]
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

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Tyga]
Ayo, what’s poppington, I’m depositin’
All these M’s while you motherfuck*** 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

What’s poppin’? What’s poppin’? What’s poppington? (Show me how you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
Make it dip n’ make it dip n’ make it drop again, (Make it dip, make it dip, yeah baby show me how you make it dip)
You know Barbie God got it on lock again, (Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
Westside, with Tyga, fuc*** to pop 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 pu*** wavy
Yeah, I had to dash, like, damn, baby, I’m Stacey
W-When you turn ‘em down, these clowns turn into babies

Who got the juice be sending you niggas’ brazy
W-W-Who got ‘em mad? Like, man, that pu*** 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)