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The Drop Off
Lyricist:F Cuffie, S Cuffie, Robert F., Jr. Diggs, F. Drayton, William Jonathan Drayton
Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby what up, what up? I can't really hear you Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten Make sure he drops them shits off I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred Can you hear me? can you hear me? Yo make the drop off, don't forget man
Yo, I got niggaz on the block, block niggaz with them gats, gats Niggaz on the strip, strip puffin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors Play my part and blaze it, we brave heart with paper
My niggaz got that Dutch, Dutch niggaz got that black, black Niggaz got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it nigga front then we get at duke Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do Cut you like a cantelope like Iverson the truth and the answer I'm the poison and the antidote
Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw We play the corners like the castles on a chess board Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' F R E And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or Sha' Crizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
Bobby stop Bobby the cops is comin' That shit is tight girl Hey you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fuck that motherfucker, you know how I do
Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite Direction of the cop inside the chopper I got the tall Grey Goose vodka This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt Ninety miles per hour I'm like 'Fuck these punks' It's the land of the free son, you only live once
You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce? Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
I got many whips, many clips, many chicks And my dick's been sucked by many lips Many tips, or many Vick's, many sticks And love to fuck with plenty chips
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks And his dick's been sucked by many lips Many tips, or many Vick's, many sticks And love to fuck with plenty chips
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' F R E And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or Sha' Crizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
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