Lyrics:
a likkle time mi secretary waah mi drop dick Pon r top lip
And mi never yet maths it
Cause mi know mi a come home to you
CHORUS
A gave you all that I own
can tell when she drop it
I either gonna hit her imma beat ass tight
I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
Then crept up behind her, tell
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
stop
The 2-seater that I copped, that's for me and you
Drop the top back, your hair breezing through
I lay my stunt down proper, top shotter original
another high
Talk to me baby my lady and my friend too
Notice flower bomb the scent when she breeze through
Bitches hatin' cause we sitting on top
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
Its PB
She's a busy Woman imma ask her again
Hey baby girl you wanna skrr in a benz
Pop, pop, cologne
Drop you off in the ends
Drop top t'your bone
take you in my arms again
I'll take you to the edge of time
Together we can reach for the heavens above
I wish you'd drop what you're doing
And get
Baller like Kobe with Lakers
Jordan to your Bull
Shit same to you haters
You a cop out
I graduated
So what's classy to you drop outs
Run the clique
We top
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
Baby gotta eat (gotta eat)
Yeah (yeah)
Off the top (off the top)
Slick patna (slick patna)
Know about it (know about it)
Jump back (jump back)
dare.
(The world)
Whooooah..
The world'll put you right on top
Then snatch the bottom from under you
And just watch and laugh as you drop
outside, burn your mother's house
Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse
Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead
Take out
me
You pay 'em no mind
Talk is getting hot
Toss the top
Make that pussy pop
Drop it lower, lower
Lower, lower
You've been makin'
Me hot with
take you to the moon, baby
Whatchu been through lately
Calling me like come through, save me
You know I do it on the daily, yeah
Got her in the drop top
Baby you're cute in you little black hat
You had a dream but it won't come back
It's waving to you from the top of your hill
for twenty years man
Young nigga hot, that's scorching (I'm hot)
Walk in the store, that's a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they
out
We won’t lease drop and bash from OT
I ain’t in the state y’all dyin’ in
Be careful what you say ‘cause
Niggas kill you on assignment stick him
to stop it
Sorry ain’t nobody in the world who’s gonna top it
Imma save you all the trouble when I drop drop drop it
Stop drop and roll
Game
I ain’t got
me John Cena the way that I wrestle (camoflooge)
Screaming fuck the world from the top of the fucking trestle (wish I jumped)
Just got off the phone
Drop those flows till I cop my shine
I rock shows when I got my mic
Get my neck froze by the end of the night
(I don't want a blue collar, I don't want
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