Lyrics:
What up?
Baby, where you goin'? Party that way
With your sexy ass, fuck it up
Let me see you wobble, wobble, drop it, drop it, all on me
Baby,
down like daggers in my soul
With 100 pairs of eyes
I am frightened for my life
Not a drop of it in his system as he chases me
Not a drop of it in his
places
Now u say you need some space
Boy I'm the one who's making rules
I'ma call 911 if you're not here (here-here-here)
If you make me drop even
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya hair blow,
I drive real
time you're tears the music plays
I'm orgasmic, for your ears
Let them time you're tears the music plays, yeah, drop it
A make your body move, your
not turn my ears off
But time stops
When your beat drops
It's too strong-ong, long-ong
But time stops
When your beat drops
Turn if off, off,
shit is so profound, let's drink another quart
If you got a good heart you better get smart
If you got good ears you better listen clear
The masters
bound to get shot/ I have no chilll, i talk facts alot/ you think ya shit is hot, gunnerseason bout to drop/
Chorus: you hear that? yeah that flavor in
on the floor
I whisper in her ear if you plant me I'm a grow
Plant me I'm a grow, plant me I'm a grow
I whisper in her ear if you plant me I'm a grow
Plant me
the ammo of an F-14, what up, Fits
Chillen kickin' mean for the fiends in the cockpit
Palm gripped on the greens, givin' you a hot tip
Q tip for your ears
Get thatdrop hey
Get that drop hey
Get that drop hey
Get that drop
I just upped it on your
Baby mama cause she stalkin me
Big ole Fawty bitch
I be
and competition will drop
Fast or slow, I'll go and no one is gonna stop me yo
You must be kiddin', you swear you're gonna drop me no
Well, sure as battlin' is bad
that she love me but
She know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You ain't heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down
Now all
the rock
The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
Dig
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up (yeah)
Slackin' on your pimpin' (uh), turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
I flex the Rol', sign a check for
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up (yeah)
Slackin' on your pimpin' (uh), turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
I flex the Rol', sign a check for
facing ten he love switches hard
Said when he get out he putting a drop pin on all his ars
Walked out that bitch smiling ear to ear lil bitch aint stop my
to
Beat her head until it smashed like I'm 'posed to
Stole the cop car and crashed like I'm 'posed to
In the dub I relax and drop a toaster
Cooked his
Close the chiren ears why close the chiren ears
You know that they didn't allow
Kids to read Song of Solomon until a certain age
Line up my opps
Express how you feel
I wanna know what you're hiding
From everyone's ears
Baby, I'll be your comfort
I want to be there for you
So drop those walls
the rock
The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
Dig
Thugger, Thugger, Thugger, baby
Mike WiLL in here, motherfuckin' Ear Drummers you know what I'm sayin'?
I appreciate the love at all times, I
tryna get a piece
She better know how the boom stay wit the beat
All on the floor, I gotta get this
Shakin' that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin'
I'm in
Yo, (yo)
Lpt, (Lpt baby hmm)
Blaque iz she, (Blaque iz she baby)
Raindrop, (raindrops ey)
Uh
Uh
Let's go
Yh
Rain drops Rain drops
Fall down on me
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