Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop That B*tch Off, artist - Young Dro. Album song Hell Cat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drop That B*tch Off |
| West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from |
| Everything y’all did has been done |
| My True game and my shoe game |
| You can’t touch that shit |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Three — what you wanna do here? |
| Bitch, I’m a float like root beer |
| Still workin' on gettin' the Coupe cleared |
| You ain’t got none of my shoe gear |
| Red on the bottom, right, that’s red |
| Shorty, she a mother? |
| She hairy |
| Bitch you ugly and bitch you ugly |
| And both y’all hoes look scary |
| I don’t wanna get married |
| Chick, you a bird — Perry |
| All eatin' so good, these hoes like |
| «Boys, you’re gettin' fat, eat salad» |
| I’m ridin' round and I’m gettin' it in with no blanket |
| Got your main bitch on my dick shit, she, ain’t messin' |
| Her hips fat, I seen her walk past, I’m like «shit» |
| She seeing my automobile, she tried to push that, I said «bitch» |
| I bang hoes, ridin' in a drop top Range Rove |
| I train hoes, I’m a pimp, Trinidad James clothes |
| West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from |
| Everything y’all did has been done |
| My True game and my shoe game |
| You can’t touch that shit |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Three — FDB man — fly like L-train |
| Me and E-Louie's got Checkerboards on |
| You ain’t got that pair, man |
| With my FDB clique — 33 deep shit |
| You tell that bitch, man, fuck that hoe |
| I ain’t startin' that shit, trick |
| Six for a birdbath — bitch, where’s your skirt at? |
| Ah, I like it, blowin' that kush on you like purp packs |
| Y’all niggas so wack… and bitch you so green |
| I pull up on the scene in the green Celine |
| Yeah nigga, I’m too clean |
| Westside, what’s upper? |
| Y’all niggas my supper |
| Fuck that bitch 'fore I do that shit |
| I might need me a rubber |
| Belly on rotund — one whip, four guns |
| If you see the baby mamma, holler: |
| «Fuck that bitch, that hoe ain’t no one» |
| West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from |
| Everything y’all did has been done |
| My True game and my shoe game |
| You can’t touch that shit |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |
| West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from |
| Everything y’all did has been done |
| My True game and my shoe game |
| You can’t touch that shit |
| A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?» |
| Nah, fuck that bitch |