Lyrics:
flight
Racing darkness, chasing light
Each sacrifice, a heavy toll
Goku's return, our final goal
Go Goku Go! We're running out of time
We're dropping like
give a fuck bout a fuck
Dropping these plays like we play for the bucks
Mind yo own business don't care bout my cup
Bop in the club rep the gang throw it
head you get kicked out
Popping
Popping
Popping that cat like a whore
Dropping
Dropping
Dropping that ass to the floor
Stopping
Not stopping
We cannot
a whore
This year I'm dropping 60 off the bench
Tapped in the plug but he talk french
This shit automatic don't need no switch
I got my own money don't need
ain't dropping the ball in this race, yeah, I'm willing to die
He coming back real soon, yeah, just look at the signs
They worshiping crystals, they
Dropping your bombs now, on all we've built
How does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn?
Raise your weapons, raise your weapons, and its over
Yeah, rappers try to brag about accomplishments
But nothing you've been dropping yet astonishes
Yeah, next shit I'm about to say is obvious
But
flag in the air
Gonna get my way when I seize the fire
I wanna be with you, I'm dropping everything
I'm gonna take it easy
No not gonna do
a thing
Always number one,
The pen with a bent wrist crooked king
Sign away our peace, for your war
One word and it's over
Dropping your bombs now, on all
I'm dropping them
Louie kicks, I'm rocking them
So zip your lips it Ludacris and
Bitch it ain't no stopping them
Silly hoes, I'm socking them
Fifteens
Now put your hands in the air
Shake your body down slow
Bring it back like you never did it before
Keep your hands in the air
While you're dropping
Sparking at my neon rocks
Pulling out inside pink socks
Sorry 'cause I'm already home
I'll get rid of this on my own
Dropping stuff, I'm in my
you guys got the
Video dropping, you got the album dropping
Anything else gon' be happening? You guys
Producing other groups or anything?
Yeah that's
on it dropping out
Behind my, my momma's house, producing clouds
Never understood my need to get numb
Meanwhile I'm bleeding out my eyes
Heaving out
I'm dropping in foreigns, might tropicana
Just in New Atlanta, pullin' up the Phantoms
For you niggas that monkey we got bananas
Throw a temper
that's love and it ain't no stopping it
I don't know as far as the eyes can see
Pick up the pace and it ain't no dropping it
Always forever I'll be by
a thing
Always number one, the pen with a bent wrist, crooked king
Sign away our peace, for your war
One word, and it's over
Dropping your bombs now,
dropping chopping alotta of body's gonna dropping from this
Never gonna be another motherfucka fucking living in my land will wanna be talking some shit
I tuned em out, I, I tuned em out, too busy turning on it dropping out
Behind my, my mommas house, producing clouds, never understood money to get
bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping
Snaking
of our souls
Dark night of our hearts
Dropping down the bottomless hole
I just need to get some sleep
I don't know when I might begin
But I don't want
And if you're thinking about dropping a line
Tell 'em I'm back on Southern time
To the city of gold and, baby, I'm told that Jozi is doing just fine
poetically
But I'm waning waiting alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs
Dropping bombs
Dropping bombs apologetically
It was a wicked whimpering
sight of the holy green, oh no.
A big business to bleed, down on your knees.
Something to see well you said it, whatever.
You keep dropping
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