Lyrics:
only room for hustlers and true players
i gotta go cuz I got me a drop top
and if I hit the switch, man you know what it is
ain't nun but a g thang up
Facebook I'll pop a troll
It's krazy even when I'm by myself I'm still not alone
It's at least 30 shots wit me
Hang wit eem drop wit eem
You gone sleep
Shut up, sh-shut up, shut up
Sh-shut up, I said shut up
Sh-shut up, shut the fuck up
Let's goja
Yum yummy yummy come and eat this 엿
Dr-drop that 주가리
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy"
"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy"
You know what time, boo-yaow
I know it's time for you
So
and snigger
That's why every drop of Henny's like
A shot inside my liver
Certain I'm the difference
But they'll probably beg to differ
Tryna spit my thousand
You won't be here tomorrow
You feel sad for my sorrow
But you don't know how it feels
Not to be loved by you
You Say I'll be OK
See you 'round some
break it down I can translate
Drop bars son the pen game heavy pick it up and make your hand break
See the fit and I'm fly (Fly)
He just whip and fly by
In my dreams I hear the ocean
Whispering that love is gone
No regrets and no emotions
But my tears drop one by one
I stay naked in flames of sunset
Red rum we just got his drop we spin his block until the feds come
Dunk on every opp like Shaq might get a deal might sign with and 1
No I don't
hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag
gonna get distracted by your charm
I figure this is the beginning, you intended some harm
Remain calm, it ain't no reason to drop the ball
you should
Because I haven't got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop
phone
Drop top bumper kid plus fifth wheel grill
Surround by sound wasn't handy Randy sing a song his ass got killed
So make the devil respect us
Every moment, make it happen
With two left feet
Keep on dancing
Beat by beat
Breath by breath
Walking hand in hand
Step by step
With drop
Yo, ayo tonight is the night that I'ma get twisted
Myx Moscato and vodka, I'ma mix it
Roll that spaceship, we about to get lifted
Live in
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point
To make my peeps bumping' warlike
Drop some shit
To have these stupid bitches jaws tight
know I'll put his ass out my shit
Paid one million for that drop six and he got the Glock in my cockpit
Them other chicks he get caught with
I
If I ride by myself are you down with me
Cause I hate how these fakes lurk around with me
Like we're friends like I know 'em it's astounding me
I
War time, and that’s how it is
It’s a war crime to live how I live
It’s a war now, and that’s just the real
Throughout this chaos, may God stay by
Chorus :
Imma rappin' to the Mood,
I'm about to move your food.
hop out the coup
you gotta shoot
I'll be rocking by the hood
Let the mood swingin
a blast man put da Ice in the Champagne, bust a flex wit my shirt off
Drop a bag and i skirt off.
Stickin I'm movin I'm stickin,
cll on da line when I
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