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 - Joseph Anthony / Kuleszynski
 - Joseph E.
 
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Joe Budden - Текст песни Drop Drop
Yeah, yeah
 Oh, no, louder, oh, no, louder, oh, no
 Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
 Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
 An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
 If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
 An' maybe we can bone, bone
 Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
 In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
 Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
 Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
 Don't stop, get it, get it
 Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
 So I know this, everybody got the vapors around me
 See me in a big truck, thin rubber ridin'
 2 way an' a broad an' got 10 others squattin'
 'Cause I know Cal broads act up, man
 So 'cha man, man, gotta keep a back up plan
 Not a dance floor nucka
 I'm take 'em home, get 'em to drop they pants
 An' gross, nucka, 'til the drip, drip
 No, you not my wife, no, you no handle my kid, kid
 I'm just tryin' to put in your rib, rib
 Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem
 Not like the two seater, like the kid only got a few divas
 Drive wit my knees, seats recline
 While she leaned over givin' me a piece of her mind
 I be sizin' 'em up from they thighs an' above
 Holla at me if you wanna come an' ride wit a thug, yeah
 Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
 Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
 An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
 If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
 An' maybe we can bone, bone
 Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
 In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
 Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
 Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
 Don't stop, get it, get it
 All my ladies, if you ridin'
 Then you know to skip the shotgun an' bag the one drivin'
 All my nuckas, if you ridin'Joe Budden - Drop Drop - http://ru.motolyrics.com/joe-budden/drop-drop-lyrics.html
 Don't trip, plenty cash, if she stingy wit ass
 Yo' boy got a street chick, rocks, Channel, she focused
 Stay wit a bag of fine an' no elder rollin'
 She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool
 With everything I got is under her name, it's on
 Top, top an' 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 gettin' tailed by the cops, cops
 Clean but kit got me lookin' like I'm hot, hot
 I ain't on the streets, streets, dog just tryin' 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
 An' that dime you was hollerin' at, she's wit me in the
 Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
 Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
 An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
 If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
 An' maybe we can bone, bone
 Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
 In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
 Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
 Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
 Don't stop, get it, get it
 Chicks wit nice bodies, whips be wide body
 Backseat empty, clips can ride, shorty, we gon' ride, ride
 See yo' boy gettin' a million
 We ain't merkin' it, Nathan had they missin' a ceiling
 An' could catch me spendin' time at the bar
 You like your water frozen, dog, 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 givin' you what you want now
 Drop, drop, my homies that ride chromies
 Let it pop, pop, at the bar, Budden, them bottles
 An' them shots, shots, my ladies, it's all gravy
 If you hot, hot, then come back to the spot, spot
 An' maybe we can bone, bone
 Know that we chillin', she somethin' shakin'
 In her thong, thong, gangsta, gangsta
 Paper, paper, long, long an' for my riders all over
 Now you know we wanna hit it, hit it
 Don't stop, get it, get it


















