Текст песни Drop It Baby

Drop It Baby, Drop It

Drop It Baby, Drop It

Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's

Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers

Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers

Niggas got problems niggas got business

Niggas got children niggas got bitches

Bitches got bitches

I know bitches realer then you

Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you

Yeah nigga you ain't on shit

Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick

No he don't want that & he don't want this

I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss

You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch

Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script

Addicted to the chips commited to my clique

Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips

Welcome to hell I let em burn

Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn

I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm

Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned

These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack

Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack

Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack

We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back

Hand gun they don't want no hand gun

Tote a shotty with a bass drum

Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come

We die rich & young

We die handsome and

Me I never ran from another man son

I take a lot a shots bitch nigga and one

So throw away them glocks

I hope they prayin for ya

You hear that chop now you sayin somethin Naw Nigga You can't Tell

Me Nun Now Drop It Baby

Drop It Dro Dro-Drop It Baby

Drop It (Ayyyyyy)

Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come
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We die rich & young

We die handsome and

Me I never ran from another man son

I take a lot a shots bitch nigga and one

So throw away them glocks

I hope they prayin for ya

You hear that chop now you sayin somethin

If You Askin Shawty About What Dey Say

You Could Jus Say... This Aint Know Remix Baby

I said trace hook me up with a chick named gena

And gena hook me up with a chick named Tina

And Tina hook me up with a chick named kema

And kema hook me up with a chick named fatina

Fatina she's a college girl that drives a black Beemer

And buy my polo white tees and take my clothes to the cleaners

She used to fuck with beanas

But now she fuck with the boss

Her parents gave her bad directions n little girl is lost but uh

Nigga feeling like he at the bottom like a horse shoe

Sorry for all the trouble that I put you and your heart throught

God Knows that I would do anything for a part two

Ought two Be Praying for the day you come back to me saying you forgive me

Give me another chance I'm needing it like a kidney

I don't wanna advance, Gimme back her hands

Gimme back her touch

I don't ask for much

But I fucked up

I know I fucked up

I admit I fucked up

But everybody fuck up

Now this otha nigga lucked up

Telling me and my clic don't give a fuck about dat nigga

Sho'll Nuf Baby Gul back dat ass

Up MSL Money, Suckin, Lead

Ayyyyyyy (ha ha) Hmmmmmmmm

(Yea) Roll Tight Baby Den...

Yo Young Cash Money on da way

To da her heart finish line only a inch

From da start so when I tell you again Drop It Baby Drop It

Naw shawty don't drop it like it's hot jus drop it