Lyrics:
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll na na
Uh huh, uh, come on
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes
her back then turn
Just her turn
I drop ten bands in Burch
I say oh my God
But she never been to church
She built like a goddess
Distracted by her
stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 til' the new year drop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
got put on a T
It ain't nothin to me I can't give 'em no sorrow
I did this all by my lonely
How can you act like you know me
Drop the top baby I don't
She pop it lock it drop it on the floor,
She shake that ass and make me want some more,
She do some things a nigga never seen,
She make me wanna
Girl don't take this wrong but i see you been standing by the bar for a little bit too long. (ahh whoop)
I see it in your eyes every sip you been
I'm pushing, I'm pushing till I drop
Im pushing, I'm pushing, I'm pushing till I drop and when that beat bend I'm headed to the top
Moving away from
Ima show you all the things you never seen girl
Now you smiling cause you know you got a real one, I said
Oowww, got money
Yea we drop the top down
to roll?
From Oakland to the North Pole
Everyone drop-top it low
Shake it up like a snowglobe
Uh, it's jinglin', baby (yeah)
Gifts by the tree in
the Beamer (oh-oh)
I put that girl in a P1 (oh-oh)
She make a mess then she clean up (oh yeah)
She call her friend, her name Tina
I turn that shit
the little girls
That say Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city
You don't act high siddity
You be up on the block, posted up in the drop
And everybody get
cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
plays
Up up and away, I cannot change
Yeah, the girls all love the way I taste
Drop the top down, when the sun's out
Drip so hard, you might think it's
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll na na
Uh huh, uh, come on
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes
please stay by me
And we just drop top cruising watch the stars align
You got me right where you want me with your hand in mine
I wanna know if I can make
boy, let's conceive an angel
Top, top, girl
Me and you together is a wrap, dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top, girl
You no stop
Won't leave a drop
And it got me like
Ooo
Ima lay you on yo back
With your legs by your neck
Girl I know you like it like that
Girl I know you like it
one direction
I'm on top
I'm on top
Please don't stop
You a flop
Give me props
I'm on top
I'm on top
Told new girl to give me top
She said flossin
tailgatin' you from behind
Come on, baby girl
Out of all those cars in the yard
You're the one a player wants
Got a big bank, girl, I can buy the parts
drop-top BM's
Man it must be a dream, I must be on the wrong planet
Four girls, lookin like Janet (yea yea)
+That's the Way Love Goes+ when you're clockin
)
Bitch, drop like it's hot, coupe with that hard top
When I drop, it's a bop, graduated school of hard knocks (yeah)
Bitches hop, slob on my rock, met her
Drop it for me
Drop it
Drop it for me
Drop it
Drop it for me
Drop it
Drop it for me
Drop it for me
Drop it for me
Drop it for me
Another man food
Is
a wrap, dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top, girl
You nuh stop shop girl
Give her more da dutty, wan' rock dat world
Is a top, top, girl
Me
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