| Tell 'em drop, drop, drop, drop
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| Drop, drop, drop
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| Dr-drop 'em
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| Drop, drop, drop, drop
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| Drop, drop, drop
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| Dr-drop 'em, see
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| I can see the college niggas stepping to this
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| I can see the college girls stepping to this
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| She came through stunting, red-hair ruckus
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| And she don’t do the black, I thank her Uncle Ruckus
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| She got hella back and she don’t get her friend
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| She love attention, thirsty niggas always in the sun
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| She hold up that sign to let a nigga know
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| She don’t do broke -- rich niggas, new coach
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| She just make a phone call and get some new dough
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| (BRRR-BRRR)
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| Bitch nigga, that’s new clothes!
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| Sneak in a girl dorm, hide in her clothes
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| She from the step team, you know I’m into those
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| Workout booty, yeah, there ain’t nothing silicone
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| Give her the vitamins, but she don’t get minerals
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| All my niggas stepping, repping fraternities
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| All my girls stepping, repping sororities
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| Tell that girl you don’t rep more than me
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| Tell that nigga you don’t rep more than me!
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| (BEH BEH BEH)
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| Beat it like the drummer, man
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| West Side, The $hmop, where’s the turn-up, man?
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| Pulled her to the party, got her quaking on me
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| $hmop Boy, bitch, I’m into money-makin'
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| And I need a gold trophy, however you playing this
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| Nigga, I ain’t the fakin' bitch
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| Keep my chain, swing a bitch
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| You ain’t tryna bone, you in the friend zone
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| I’mma get gone, skrrt, and move yo ass along, uh
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| And my people here, escort me to the front
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| Security ain’t gon' do shit when I light my blunt
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| I be sipping bubbly, yeah
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| All these bitches love me, yeah
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| I hit it from the back, give her booty chubby
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| And it’s c’mon, boo, you gotta suck before you fuck me, yeah
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| I’m a star, bitch
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| You lucky if you fuck me
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| If this one 7-inch nigga would be groovy, bitch
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| Get wang, girl, see if you with the boosie shit |