| Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
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| Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
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| We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
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| This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
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| I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
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| If you ain’t getting no money
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| I wish you well (go get the money)
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| I’m havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
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| I gotta put you down by my clientele
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| Clientele jumpin' think I’m on to somethin'
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| I never had nothin', that’s why I’m always stuntin' (yea)
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| My right hand man was there when nobody wasn’t
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| You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
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| Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
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| Throw away all the phones, uh
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| I got rich off strong, yeah
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| If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
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| I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) Dolph Gabbana
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| can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
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| Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
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| You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
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| If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin' for
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| Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
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| Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
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| We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
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| This for my niggas get them birds off
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| I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
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| If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
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| I’m havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
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| I gotta put you down by my clientele
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| Colossal, Gelato
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| Neighbors knockin' at my door, ask what’s that loud smell? |
| (Cookie)
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| Draco, aimin' at my peephole (peephole)
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| Ain’t bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12
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| Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells
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| He poppin' that lame shit
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| The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
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| Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
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| Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
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| I bet I turn em to waste
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| I keep the fire, you Michael Myers
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| I’m in the dark, connivin'
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| Bombin', Osama Bin Laden
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| Under the ground plottin'
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| Smokin' on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
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| When I’m with Dolph we divin'
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| Slippery diamonds slidin'
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| Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
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| Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
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| We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
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| This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
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| I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
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| If you ain’t getting no money
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| I wish you well (go get the money)
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| I’m havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)
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| I gotta put you down by my clientele |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drop It Off , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Gelato, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп