Wont Bust No Shots Wont Work No Blocks Wont Talk No Chops And When The K Go Chop Fuck Niggas Better Drop To The Floor, Get Low Low Low Low. Yall Niggas
Fordítás: Trick Daddy. Csepp (alacsony, alacsony, alacsony).
Niggas Wont Bust No Shots Wont Work No Blocks Wont Talk No Chops And When The K Go Chop Fuck Niggas Better Drop To The Floor, Get Low Low Low Low. Yall
] I don't know why they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh] Bay-bee bay-BEE! Verse Two: Puff Daddy I was in one
way that the rocks glow Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco Drop
B. make you drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Ha
it Drop, drop, get low Drop, drop, get low wit it Girl I wanna see that ass on the pole Drop, drop, get low wit it Drop, drop, get low Drop, drop, get
a booty,so so preety,so so fine comin' down the pole,no secret why I'm here cause girl you keep my donk on swole,with a drop drop with it pop pop when
Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us
take part So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play Dropped some dollars up
fame And the struggle to keep family within a family I give you, this ring This ring got me a top notch, straight hot fox, we sought rocks And the Ewok Slot, was caught, got dropped
you cant beat em then you pop em, You cant man em then you mop em, You cant man em then you drop em, You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher
So check my tip and recognize when you fuckin' with a pimp Metal plates on my nuts so my shit don't scrape Never saved a bitch flying too low to work
a real dime When you see one, sipping on a Shirly, hallin' at yo girlie One fo pockets stay fabi and I take it to the house So much they call me young Trick Daddy
as he grew up in the mix Watchin' his mother hang around men That slang the cain to make them licks Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy
that followed, had me volley If your hometown would be Heaven or Hell The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best Therefore hard to tell You'd dropped
