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Lemon Drop Paul Wall and Baby Bash Fast Life Bryant/Goings/Lewis 2:53
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Uh
You just gotta look up
Swear
I could never leave the ones that I love
Now I'm rollin in a drop top
Drop top drop top
Bentley in heaven in heaven
'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope why'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My
known
As the place that drops
So swing by for a good time
We don’t give a fuck about a ride
Cause we’re all cruising with DUI’s
Yeah it’s bash
And we got
DROP LOW LYRICS:
VOCALS BY VEE RAM
WRITTEN BY: VEE RAM
PRODUCED BY MAHA STUDIOS
(Hay Papi)
Hey
Aye baby when you drop, when you drop, when you drop
baby, for heavens sake"
Sir I, Excalibur
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
baby, for heavens sake"
Sir I, Excalibur
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
on tabletops to making labels pop
For the love of the money so I could cock everything from icy rings to drop
Tops and now I'm on top
But to look back on my
pass this (pass this), baby careful with the matches (matches)
Got her lookin' for lashes (lashes), Tech this is for the masses (masses)
Drippy drop
on the track you know whats up (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
Shake it baby let it drop (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
West Side Homies on the track you know whats
Top Drop
Top Drop
Top Drop
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)(Top drop top drop ooh yeah)
(Top
like a drop top
Whoop wop, mama cita you looking too hot
You shop, as by wild on fire
I ain't gone lie, I wanna play with that tie
'Cause I'm
leave more
I can tell by the conversation motherfuckers should see more
All them dark days when a motherfucker wanted to be more
Too many flights, baby
baby
Might buy you something, that head good
Now let me pinch on that donkey lady
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop
In that drop top top
We on top top top
Let me take care of that ass
Babysitting it
Baby sit on it
Baby lick on it
We in a limousine
Fuck codeine
High
on 'em
Michigan plates and my name's on 'em
Baby, Shady's here, come and get him if you dames want him
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them
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
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
drop
Keep me a big big glock
Can’t hit the bitch like she top notch
Nigga talk shit he get pop rocked
Rode with my stick in the hot box
Drippidy drip my
'til she gimme top
Whipping up my visions humans listen to the shit I drop (shit I drop)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh,
the drop top, take the head out
And cruise with your head outside
(I'm just tryna be me) go, go ahead, it's your time, baby
It's your time, baby, get
singing: Bash Bwa
2:30, Baby, won't you meet me by the Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy City,
me that
Mop, you know what that's called
Invisible top
I'm flipping drop with invisible tops
Ho's bop when my drop steps by
Southeast, way back
like a drop top
Whoop wop, mama cita you looking too hot
You shop, as by wild on fire
I ain't gone lie, I wanna play with that tie
'Cause I'm
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