Lyrics:
all these shots
And I never stop
Your girl by my side
She give good top
When I empty out the mag
Watch the bodies drop
Shot shot
Bullets your way make
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
girls looking at me I might have to snatch her up
When your head turns
This is how we do, summertime
Drop top in the summertime
And I'm rolling
Drop top
Diamonds dancing on me like the playin' hop scotch
Where's my stop watch
Money so Hot
I cannot stop
You know I'm bouta pop off
Get like
the top down (hundred degrees)
Jewelry ice cold, got a fever (got a fever)
You should see the way they actin' since I'm hot now (hot now)
My new girl
In a hot box
Cruising Through yo city in the summer make the top drop
I got couple bittys in the sprinter they all top notch
Bout to get it litty
a drive-by, Vice City
You leave the house for work and we pound your girl's tiddies
Take your whip and your girl, Vice City
Pulled up wit' a drop top, with your
by how her hips walks.
She don't need no pity, yeah she always sip that top notch.
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, either ways she needs that drop top
stop drop and roll, these hoes all over me (They with it)
And more keep approaching me, i swear these hoes all over me
There's been so many girls, old
on my drop
Bugatti that's 1.6 off stock (skrrt)
Don't need no brakes, don't plan on stop
I told that girl I only want all the top
Because punani
on they pray I drop
(Pray I drop down)
Careful with my step now I'm on top
(I'm on top now)
But I'm here to stay I never flop
Ha you thought
I jus popped
(I
Shaba Laba dey, I dey by you
Your body on my mind, I dey by you
Girl I just want make we dey yarn
Girl I no want make we dey fight
Shaba Laba dey, I
double, triple double
Never know homes, might trip the triple double
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
Never know homes, might trip the triple double
headed for the top
Watch my flow like in heaven never stop
Here we go on the tour money drop
Just like my flow tour bus it never stop
And my fans are loud
From different spaces
To different races
From different roses
To different places
I've spent alot of hundreds on my drop top
Hmm
I've spent
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
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
She'll be right by my side
Hot girl summer got her feeling right
Hot girl summer got her taking flights
But no one wanna trusts her in the moon light
Heart
keep it cool, keep it collected
Strolling through the no
Like it's a Burbank intersection
Life looks so simple in a Chevy Drop Top
In LA, LA, LA
Would
Stack after stack
I gotta get these racks
Yeah i gotta get these racks
Diamond grill on ma bottom
Slugged on the top
Pull up with that drop top
Yeah we
I said Ay you can call me Babe
Shorty me n you, a picnic it's a date
We can go drop top cruisin by da bay
Take the backroads fuck an interstate
Tell
drove before
Because I can tell by the way she ride that stick,
That she ride that dick like a rodeo eh
On top while I'm huggin' them thighs,
feels nice (Ooh ohh)
The top back (Ooo oo)
Hit the top back
We gon drop that
(It's too beautiful of a day
For a hating ass nigga
To fuck up my vibe)
Hit
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