Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop That Bitch, artist - Salva. Album song Peacemaker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Peacemaker
Song language: English
Drop That Bitch |
| In that muthafucka hanging |
| And she forever be singing |
| With that thing in the back |
| Make it backtrack, look up |
| It’s somewhat banging |
| When I pull up and bang that track |
| In the four |
| And it ain’t no stopping the show |
| L.A metropolis so |
| There just ain’t no stoppin' when I hit that |
| Bomb head in my car |
| Got that bomb weed in my drawer |
| Got them bomb seeds in my garden |
| Valley Girl, Dolly Parton |
| If that shit don’t be poppin' |
| Got them dope fiends in Compton |
| Got my niggas rose and my bitches tho |
| These mothafuckas keep poppin' molly |
| Broccoli in my pocket’s pocket |
| Oxys and my pocket’s brolic |
| Smoking heavy in my Impala chevy parking and |
| It’s that gangsta instrumental |
| Original indo |
| For the hoes in sexy clothes |
| They nigga never touched the bank roll |
| Lemme get that |
| Ugly nigga with a gang of bitches |
| Hoover street nifty-fifty business |
| In my bitch whip with my L suspended |
| Big Pimpin' misleading women |
| Extra innings being good at pitching |
| Blue khakis I’m locced out |
| Got naked hoes in a dope house |
| Put them hoes on a DVD |
| Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout |
| I’m pill poppin' |
| Feds is watchin' |
| I hopped the fence I don’t need Cochran |
| Clapped the DUI but my gun loaded |
| If my men made it then my men sold it |
| If the sun shine and that bitch? |
| Come holla at your young scholar |
| I’m top dog I’m Rottweiler |
| I gangbang and I spit lava |
| I drink brews and I make moves |
| I went so hard for these new shoes |
| I go so deep in her vocals |
| I lay it down on this Pro Tool |
| I’m real nigga, you so full |
| World tours, and you local |
| All you say this shit on the menu |
| Give me large fries and I’ll be cool |
| Put your hands down by your ankles |
| Make it clap for me for this bank roll |
| I’ll gladly poke on that pink hole |
| Front to leaves I’m straight backwoods |
| Hit my weed and I own you baby |
| Might buy you something, that head good |
| Now let me pinch on that donkey lady |
| Whaaat |
| though |
| Kurt Angle way I play the rings |
| Chains on, the fames on |
| But I’m still good with that bada bing boy (what) |
| My foreign chicks love coming to America (what) |
| They go back like I never thought a problem with having me coming from America |
| (what) |
| Blast off I smash off like vroom vroom |
| With a bitch as easy as Blues Clues |
| Dirty flow need two brooms |
| Diamond Lane everything |
| We hitting everything |
| Like we were juicing minute maid |
| Knock it out the park another homerun |
| Need I run home |
| Cali mind, play with mine nigga run home |
| Why you on the phone line while these niggas jump you |
| (What fool?) fuck you |
| No it isn’t ever like that |
| But you saying that so you kinda make a nigga want to |
| Me off the wee-little |
| Bitch, I’mma bump |
| Then I’ll fuck |
| Then I’ll pump |
| I’m? |
| off to the next |
| Compton the home of the chrome to your neck |
| Fuck all that, Fuck all that |
| Niggas tryna turn up one more time |
| Niggas thought I was done with the rapping |
| Fuck that I need one more line |
| Nick where you at? |
| roll some more 5's |
| Shit to fly won’t pass that up |
| Diamond lane gang |
| Diamond lane gang |
| Problem, Casha, and Bad Lucc |
| Hold up bruh don’t forget the lucky |
| 4 finger ring cause the squad is |
| Square can’t touch me |
| Homicide on the track made |
| Town aboriginal |
| Rap like a field goal |
| I’mma show you where a mill go |
| Knocked out I still go |
| Hand me that jack uhh |
| Hit him with the right-left uhh |
| I’ll plate none |
| You get the plat plat on |
| Send him on his ass like uh |
| Where you niggas from |
| With my crazy lady |
| Your baby momma look like she made to pay me |
| Shady baby |
| Spend a bank roll on the aces baby |
| You ain’t getting money |
| Hey you crazy, lady |
| Bad luck with it I go |
| Fat nigga lookin like a billion I know |
| Rap nigga wanna bust head on the low |
| You rather take a train into a shower of snow |
| Fucking with your broad metals spitting about an o |
| I don’t wanna keep it you can get it from the show |
| Feeling hella good, i’m just doing what i know |
| Gotta king open up your head full of dough |
| 100 shots of that fireball |
| My hood got it covered like firewall |
| If a nigga bleep twice, then I’m lining y’all |
| But since you can’t see my face, I’m not lying to y’all |
| Start the beef and I push the line |
| Diamond Lane, I’m from a different kind |
| I do what I want, nigga fuck the next line |