Lyrics:
we hit dude up
And you ain't shit if you
Ain't never been screwed up
We drop the top down and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
If only you believe like I believe, baby (if only you believe like I believe)
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles (if only you believed in
Explore your body like Dora
Love this p**** I need some Mora
Im blinded by ya aura
I'll protect you like a Sora
Riding through your hood in a drop top
Got
how you work it
See how you twerk it
For me
The way you moving
You got me going
Crazy baby
The way you drop it
Can't no one top it
It's crazy baby
says, baby, yeah
Baby, you're that girl, that girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar-sweet drive by
Hold my dreams in her blue jeans oh my
Now baby twerk for me
Ok you a pussy can you purr
Come on and twerk for me
You know the deal
Just drop it to the floor
Go on and twerk for me
Gangstar
If only you believe like I believe, baby (if only you believe like I believe)
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles (if only you believed in
you there
I'm gonna take you baby, baby, baby
We're going from Tahiti to France to Italy in one night
Drop top Bentley Coupe parked in
not stop
50feet out of water
Big waves when I drop
betta learn how surf
Imma get my worth
OrcaMane to the top
I want my heaven on earth
I want my
feeling low
Let the money dry your tears
Put you in that winter fur coat
I got you gifts by the Christmas tree
And a drop-top S63 (when you whippin', baby
like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
"Cock, Pow"
Partying with us you gon' see some nice frowns
You live by the gun
Here's a bullet bite down
Put her on top she'll break that dick
Put her
and make it to the top
Until you take your last breath when your broken body drops
You gotta push I said that heaven is the limit
If you walk it
windows down, let the bass out
Niggas, drop the top on whatever you in
Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
kept
I seen you wit - text
Left on what - read
I'm right about - none
Cuz all I kno - none
Can't leave without - top
Shootin' guns - stop
Dis inner peace
on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
[cheri]
ridin in ya chevrolet drop top
we can do alot of things wit
on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
custom bucket seats baby i knew you would
[cheri]
ridin in ya chevrolet drop top
we can do alot of things wit
and girl I'll take you there
I'm gonna take you baby, baby, baby
We're going from Tahiti to France to Italy in one night
Drop top Bentley Coupe parked
Gas on E, got the drop on me
How she top on me
Last call, please get some shots on me
Get the drop for me
Look how she drop
Look how she top, whoa
Sneaky bitches, they be schemin' and investigatin'
But I'ma leave 'em waitin', put you in that drop top
Pull up in that mothafucka, make your heart stop
, on the tin roof baby
Drop, those blinds
What you say we ride this thunderstorm out?
And drop what we were fighting about
What goes up baby must come
me
And I really want you to get close to me
So won't you dance with me, dance with me? (Baby)
My drop top's in the parking lot
And I wanna take you
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