Lyrics Drop It - Blaq Tuxedo, Eric Bellinger

Drop It

Drumline, got them bands up on me
If I hit it, I don’t never spend no thing, nah
Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah
Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me
Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet
Get into it, put your hands on your knees
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak
Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap
Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it
Yeah, I know what to do with it
Don dada, girl, you know I act a fool with it
Saw you standin' over there, baby, what’s your name?
Had to holler at you like, «Ayy, baby»
From Sac to the Bay with it
And you know we came down to LA with it
In the A, know I gotta hit the strip club
Feelin' like Jay when I’m in New York
I know she on me, girl, come put it on me
Be yourself, girl, there ain’t no rules
What we do is between me and you
So bust it, bust it, bust it for a young
I’ma take you to the crib where we all go dumb, ayy
Drumline, got them bands up on me
If I hit it, I don’t never spend no thing, nah
Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah
Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me
Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet
Get into it, put your hands on your knees
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak
Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap
Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it
Shawty got me losin' it
I’m in love with a stripper, but I’m cool with it
Way she throwin' that on me, yeah
Make a nigga never wanna leave, yeah
Oh my, what a time
Throw it back, halftime
I hit ignore on my ex
Cookies and Backwoods for stress
I need a girl look like Nicki Minaj
I told that bitch come and give me massage
Yes, I’m just doin' too much
Guess what, I don’t give a fuck
So freak my shit, freak my shit
Freak my, freak my, freak my, freak my
Drumline, got them bands up on me
If I hit it, I don’t never spend no thing, nah
Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah
Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me
Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet
Get into it, put your hands on your knees
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak
Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap
Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it (Oh, baby)
Drop, drop, drop it 'til it clap ('Til it clap), ayy
Hands on your knees and look back (Look back, ayy)
Go on, put your bity on the map
You a boss bitch, and I can see your titties through that, ayy (Through that,
ayy)
Shout out to them, ayy
You brought the girls out, call them the twins like (Yeah, yeah), ayy
Hop in my Benz
Know I can beep, beep, beep like Drumline (Yeah)
Drumline, got them bands up on me
If I hit it, I don’t never spend no thing, nah
Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah
Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me
Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet
Get into it, put your hands on your knees
Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak
Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap
Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it