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We've found 25 lyrics, 79 artists, and 100 albums matching drop it low remy remix by compozitionz:



introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it now she remix it for low
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best

Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
tryna get it poppin, with a shortie like mine
That's willing to drop it low enough to blow my mind
It's H.U.E.Z. and Bow Weezy
Let's see if she can get
(verse one: you-God/Golden Arms)
It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
I got control drop a load
Time to rip shit
Time to rock and roll
I play the block
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me, 
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming, 
Don't guess who played the track and fast
now it's remy (?) 
And mo' poppin' got me the (?) with (..?..) 
Partyin' with my people as we sit, we're payin' dues 
So I make it my business
fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl, drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that,
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me, 
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming, 
Don't guess who played the track and fast
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me, 
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming, 
Don't guess who played the track and fast
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
the dank smoke in my chest
Polo shirt and a Eddie Bauer fishing vest
Never stress it's all nilly

If funds is running low I send some pounds out
Eyed Peas
    Drop It Low Lyrics
    by Ester Dean
    At The Bottom Lyrics
    by Brand New
    Somebody To Love Lyrics
    by Leighton Meester
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up

Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float 
To succeed or get tighter, what
you what you want
The rhymes I got plenty, degrees one hundred and twenty
And if you want some then jump the fuck in it

Love of my life
Ring,
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
WE LIVE IT, 

NEVER BE TIMID...CAUSE REAL NIGGAS DON'T FAKE 

IT... CAUSE REAL NIGGAS 

LIVE IT 



Chi I laid low for six years...was in no
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
to deliver 
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it 
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype 
I just kick it, low lifes, they want
[Chorus]
Nigga, we be ridin', down 65
Hit 85 just left the west side
Out my window, be my left elbow
Hand on my wheel, sittin' down low
I'm
to deliver 
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it 
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype 
I just kick it, low lifes, they want
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older rims
What type of rims? that depends is it
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older rims
What type of rims? that depends is it