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Drop Em Off Lyrics - Artist : Fat Nick
[Pouya:]
Fuck yo bitches then drop em off Talking shit we gon drop em off You need some work we gon drop em off You got what I need just drop em off Florida shit we gon drop em off Lately I been feeling like a boss Ain't talking no money then your ass gets lost Baby bone I'm taking off [Germ:] I got 4 fat hoes in da back of my rav4 Pull up, hop out, they all grippin 44s No thug shit my niggas got plugs bitch When I'm dead and gone put some acid all up in my casket Xanax in my easter basket I'll go Sunday pitch in work just like pamphlets Stone cold my nigga Catch the rock bottom if you don't fuck with us Sippin Nesquik with my nigga Fat Nick lil Pou came through bout to fuck on your bitch Nasty lil bitch nasty lil hoe, nose full of blow and you ain't even know it Hotbox in my cockpit bitches looking bald til Let the super soaker now that nigga off real quick Real shit drinking Henny all day Ugly ignant, boi I do it everyday I don't like talking but I need a payday Ok out my mind til I Helen Keller drag em to the river then I offer them a cella Fuck a nine to five sliding down I-95 trunk full of work The hoe made it twerk Black man in a black mask with the black man boy I love the mask Straight like that sip bab smoke my sack with your bat Bitch Fuck yo bitches then drop em off Talking shit we gon drop em off You need some work we gon drop em off You got what I need just drop em off Florida shit we gon drop em off Lately I been feeling like a boss Ain't talking no money then your ass gets lost Baby bone I'm taking off [Pouya:] In the front four dudes in the back, two thirds got to mac Russian roulette press your luck with the set Got some money on me see how close you can get Slipping sly style got your bitch getting wet Decisive em and leave em with no one to sex Make a move playing chess on the jet With a fly piece of pussy keep it wet She only like to fuck mink dark silhouette Kill em with quickness they nothing but pest Get to stepping you don't have my check There gon be a problem best believe I'm solving it Money making mission gotta steady politics Seize in the whipbone actavis Got your bitch leaning up on my dick Buffet boys keep it realer no flex [?] they be killing themselfs Suicide thoughts going all in head Homicide kill the pussy on my bed Fuck with me beat that shit leave that shit red Not one for repeating you heard what I said Brother done taught me don't talk to the feds Wrote them but really they wanted them dead For the stress in my life I take one to the head [Pouya:] Fuck yo bitches then drop em off Talking shit we gon drop em off You need some work we gon drop em off You got what I need just drop em off Florida shit we gon drop em off Lately I been feeling like a boss Ain't talking no money then your ass gets lost Baby bone I'm taking off [Fat Nick:] All black slack, gold brand new tooth Where that pussy talk slick get his ass on the news I 6 milligrams [?] like a fuse Pop a couple green Xans now I'm at it real lose Ski mask on in an all black demin But I hit em for his stang if he acting like he better Ion really give no fucks meet your buddy in the cella Smoking dope to the face got me higher than a pillar All my dope loud bitch I'm smoking on killar Got goonies in the cut undead like Thriller South FLA got squad full of hitters Rip the golds out your mouth Part them shits out for dinner In the bando got hoes doing number Dopey dope smoke and a lot them thunder Pushing out his work bitch I get it by the bundle Your thot drop neck then she back I huddle Rolling through bitch I'm creepin Couple Xans and I'm peeking Opp in my lane so you know we about to sneak em Skerting off bitch I reek of dope I got foreign hoes and foreign clothes [?] no faces showing then case closed |
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