Drop Drop

Uh huh, yeah Uh huh, yeah Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) Uh huh, uh huh - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them (Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you (Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders all over Now you know we want to hit it hit it Don't stop, get it get it Sick wit it, I keep paper around me So I know that everybody got the vapors around me See me in a big truck thin rubber riding 2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting Cause I know Cal broads act up man So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan Not a dance floor nucka [nigga] I'm take em home get em to drop they pants And gross nucka till the (drip drip) No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid) I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib) Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas Drive wit my knees, seat recline While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind I be sizing em up from they thighs and above Holla at me if you want to come and ride wit a thug, yeah! All my ladies if you riding! Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving All my nuckas if you riding! Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass Yo boy got a street chick Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man') Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh) She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool Everything I got is under her name, it's on! (top top) And I'm the same dude came up from the (block block) I'm doing it baby I can't (stop stop) In my rear view I'm getting tailed by the (cops cops) Clean but kit got me looking like I'm (hot hot) I ain't on the (streets streets) dawg Just trying to (eat eat) So fall back jerk, cop I ain't (beat beat) Can't miss me, I'm the guy in the V-Tweezy And that dime you was hollering at, she's wit me in the Chicks wit nice bodies, whip be wide body Backseat emtpy, clips can ride shotty, We gon' (ride ride) See yo boy getting a million We ain't merking it, Nathan had they missing a ceiling And, could catch me spendning time at the bar You like your water frozen, dawg I like mine in a jar We get it (crunk crunk) y'all hear the system out in the (trunk trunk) Thump thump Budden be giving you what you want now - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them (Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you (Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can (Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her (Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper (Long long) - and for my riders all over Now you know we want to hit it hit it Don't stop, get it get it

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