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