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fine with them red bottoms woo

I got bands in my pants I got lots and lots of dough
I just wanna see you shake it baby drop it drop it low
I know you

I KNOW WE WILL GO SO FAR

HOOK
DROP BY DROP, KUNDALINI LOVE
I WOULD  DIE FOR YOU AND I KNOW WHY
DROP BY DROP, KUNDALINI LOVE
NOW YOU BLOW MY MIND

on
Remember you can not take it with you
Don't take your dreams and your aspirations to the graveyard
I give it all I got to the last drop
I give it all I got

Uh
Tsunami season still
Yeah, bitch
Niggas told me drop, so I guess I gotta drop
Peace told me drop, so I guess I gotta drop
Niggas got me fucked up,

Turn me up a notch, I got top in a fuckin' I-box Pull up in a drop top with my drop top
Pull up in a drop top with my top drop I'ma do a drive-by

I'ma go, on the go, till the beat stop, stop
I'ma flow, on the road, till this heat drop, drop
You know it's Mo, on the stove, better stop drop roll

be fists in my stomach
Could be rocks in my backpack
When the sky starts to plummet
Everything's just fine
I'm a drop in the ocean
Drowned out by

Organoleptic, I'm affected, just infected by the finishes
The peak it rises over me, a taste that never diminishes
It's earthy, full bodied

bucket don't hold no jive

When I tell you can do it it's gonna be all right
No matter what I'll be right by your side
It's a drop (it's a drop)
It's

I got em'
Yea
AyWhatchuTellemFoooo
Came up on that dirty corner
Raised by a stop sign
Baby mama be the glock 9
Yeah that's my baby Nina
She gone drop

it go down thass whassup drop 'em now
Beat 'em up beat 'em up just knock 'em down
Let it go down thass whassup drop 'em now
Yo beat that one up

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

while I count my doe
Count my doe, count my doe
Mind my business while I count my doe
Drop real low, drop real low
Know how to dance she drop real low

Sittin' here
Waiting by the telephone
Know I couldn’t wait 'til I got you home alone
Gripping sheets
You got me weak
Been planning for this night for

close tune in get ya vitamins
Don't panic if ya do pop Klonopins
I don't pay attention to the
I got chicks in Romania lovin' me
Drop Down Drop Down

Don't Drop Out

Dolly Parton

Where the Girls Are

1997

And you're the one I adore so baby 
Chorus: 

Don't drop out of my life, baby, don't be a fool 
(Don't drop out, baby, don't drop out now) 
You're old enough

Dancing on that drop
West coast bumping that shit, Los Angeles no I ain't rich
Thought by now I'd have money, frozen wrist no counterfeits
This life don't

Drip drop drip drop drip it

I’m back at it like a motherfucking drug addict 
Sex addict in the bed she’s a rough actress 
Yeah I’ve had it with you fake

You live on the south side, babe
And I'm stuck here across town , maybe
I'll find a way
Drop by and stay
What would ya say

Your old man don't think

N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick

i
I kiss you slowly
Then that’ll start a slow leak
Girl you caught me by surprise
There’s an ocean between those thighs
Girl you got that drip drop
I

Get the Drop on Em

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into

For real, I think we dead if this the last tell me how I'ma get by 
Yeah I want ah see in your, your eyes I know its ah thousand hertz 
And it hurts

on the paper, why I stay up
Can't catch up
Look like actors playin' dress up
Knock 'em out, drop 'em where they stand
'cause I'm fed up
All you tough talkin'