Drop It Testo
Testo Drop It
(Hook)
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
(Verse)
Yea, I’mma wear bottles to the neck
The ratches over there but the models to the left
The killas in the cut, fly niggas throwin racks
Little mama in them tights got a ass so fat
Damn, she got a nigga home
Too think, wonder how she got them legs on
Took her to the bar, 2 shots of Patrone
Seen the homie chubby all up on the bad red bone oh
I know I’m gonna take it down
Nigga faded, I’m tryina get her naked now
Bag full of kush, told the bitch to break it down
Weed everywhere like we came from Jamaica town
Yea, you niggas know what the deal is
Had your bitch when we on in the Bentley
That ho trash but this bitch bad
Now go and drop that ass like you’re working for some cash
(Hook)
Club all packed, everybody geekin Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
(Verse)
Sick boy, she know I’m the shit boy
Tell a ho deuces, yea she know I’m legit boy
Flat tier Polo, got her calling me rich boy
Got me finna hit, these chickens be on my dick boy
Chubby, yea, about 30 on the wrist now
Nigga money growing up, hoes get down
Turn form the Henny, got my mind on the piff now
Hustle man, know I got the blonde I’mma Chris Brown
Chubby nigga finna leave, I’m just breezing through
Bad bitch turn around, say she leaving too
I see her ass always, gotta muscle up
Bubble butt, make her bring it back twice, double up
You bring the hoes out, that’s why they hit me fo’
Two lazz ballz never rode a stig before
Smoke out in the back, getting burn now
You know the motto turnin up til we turn down
(Hook)
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
(Verse)
Yea, I’mma wear bottles to the neck
The ratches over there but the models to the left
The killas in the cut, fly niggas throwin racks
Little mama in them tights got a ass so fat
Damn, she got a nigga home
Too think, wonder how she got them legs on
Took her to the bar, 2 shots of Patrone
Seen the homie chubby all up on the bad red bone oh
I know I’m gonna take it down
Nigga faded, I’m tryina get her naked now
Bag full of kush, told the bitch to break it down
Weed everywhere like we came from Jamaica town
Yea, you niggas know what the deal is
Had your bitch when we on in the Bentley
That ho trash but this bitch bad
Now go and drop that ass like you’re working for some cash
(Hook)
Club all packed, everybody geekin Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
(Verse)
Sick boy, she know I’m the shit boy
Tell a ho deuces, yea she know I’m legit boy
Flat tier Polo, got her calling me rich boy
Got me finna hit, these chickens be on my dick boy
Chubby, yea, about 30 on the wrist now
Nigga money growing up, hoes get down
Turn form the Henny, got my mind on the piff now
Hustle man, know I got the blonde I’mma Chris Brown
Chubby nigga finna leave, I’m just breezing through
Bad bitch turn around, say she leaving too
I see her ass always, gotta muscle up
Bubble butt, make her bring it back twice, double up
You bring the hoes out, that’s why they hit me fo’
Two lazz ballz never rode a stig before
Smoke out in the back, getting burn now
You know the motto turnin up til we turn down
(Hook)
Club all packed, everybody geekin
Finna turn it up, and we do it every weekend
Kush in the air, everybody high
Bottles stay poppin, looks like 4th of July
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Go ahead and drop it to the beat girl
Now let me see ya drop it to the beat girl
Back it up, back it up and drop it to the beat girl
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