Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop That, artist - Problem. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop That |
| Great ghost in my system |
| If you broke better fix it |
| Oh yo pussy I’m a kiss it |
| Too real for the fake shit |
| 100 all day |
| Call it bear bottle money if you call me |
| On strive, on God |
| Be the mirror for every nigga that’s in my squad |
| Yea, everything about the figures |
| And the Beverly sinners |
| Shoppin with my niggas, turning it up |
| And these bitches all see us for real |
| No Neptunes though we got a splice with the script |
| Like that, it’s a known fact, we at yo face with the rip |
| Trippin, I ain’t gotta be off a pill to act a foolie on em |
| Better round like a nigga got a toolie on em |
| Saw yo bitch in the club, threw her booty on me |
| Start poppin that shit |
| She got high and start droppin that shit |
| Drop that shit, bitch |
| For real, drop that shit, bitch |
| She got hot in that hoe, straight drop that shit, bitch |
| Drop that bitch, drop that bitch |
| Yea, drop that bitch, drop that bitch |
| Yea, drop that bitch, drop that bitch |
| Drop that bitch, she got high |
| If she say she want another pill |
| Nope, I gotta save that for my other girl |
| Yea, it’s a thought I don’t need follow |
| Barry told me her pussy’s feeding the muscato |
| Popped a pill and I roll these like a taco |
| Flex a bitch like Dre, YOLO be the moto |
| Niggas wanna hate, I’m poppin scop like a bottle |
| Smoked me a joint, don’t worry about it tomorrow |
| From the same city, it’s drainin there and I follow |
| That shit prom, was hittin niggas with hollows |
| Nigga followed that, birds behind bars |
| Never hit the league but now niggas is all stars |
| Get it? |
| (get it?) |
| Who with it? |
| Not ya’ll |
| I swear I seen you hopin out a cop car |
| Mmm, that ain’t cool |
| Baby girl I’m that dude so |
| See all my niggas tryna bring fresh dollar bills |
| And all my bitches like to twerk just to keep it trill |
| And all my bitches I’ll be with, keep them tights on em |
| My main like to fuck with the lights on |
| I be on Hennessey, goose I be mixin |
| Tatted like a cholo, pocket full of Benjamins |
| Ridin in that Rari or that Benz with yo BM |
| Burner on my hip, fuck whoever wanna see em |
| She choosin, she choosin, she tryna choose up |
| She know I’m bout that money plus I’m too much |
| Stick to the script, fuck a bitch, yea literally |
| Beat er from the back like that, got er feeling me |
| I be on some other shit, she be on another dick |
| But every time I text, man her dude turn to her ex |
| (Bye) got her in a room straight flexin |
| It’s just me and her in the room naked |