Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Droppin Tears, artist - NAV. Date of issue: 10.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Droppin Tears |
| Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears |
| Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player |
| I’ll buy an Opp pack and blow that shit in the air |
| They talk about me, but I don’t care |
| Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear |
| With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair |
| Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy I’m Outta Here |
| Battling all of my darkest fears |
| My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me |
| Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me |
| Like I left the oven on, I’m burning cookies |
| Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would |
| Walk with my chest out, I never get shook |
| I work the pot like I know how to cook |
| Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could |
| Keep me a stick, I ain’t knocking on wood |
| Never Rely on my look when I pop out |
| I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out |
| Paint you, we draw for the choppa like chop chop |
| Slide in the Vert, we gon' shoot out the drop top |
| 50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top |
| Like a track meet doing laps on the opp block |
| Don’t beat my meat, I be fucking on thot thots |
| Flooded out fully, no, this ain’t no stop watch |
| My whip expensive, can’t go through a car wash |
| Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot |
| Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off |
| Got money counters I don’t gotta turn off |
| If checks are involved then you know I’m all for it |
| Slide in the Aventador lifting my doors |
| My shooter got a mop, but it’s not for the floor |
| Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours |
| Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears |
| Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player |
| I’ll buy an Opp pack and blow that shit in the air |
| They talk about me, but I don’t care |
| Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear |
| With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair |
| Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy I’m Outta Here |
| Battling all of my darkness fears |
| My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me |
| Stayed on my grind, ten years it what it took me |
| Like I left the oven on, I’m burning cookies |
| Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would |
| Walk with my chest out, I never get shook |
| I work the pot like I know how to cook |
| Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could |
| Keep me a stick, I ain’t knocking on wood |