Drop Out Songtext

Murda

von Keep God First

Drop Out Songtext
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Imma [?]
Imma [?]
Imma [?], thirty a key
Your bitch keep on flirting with me

Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whip, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
[?], yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah

You know I already told 'ya
[?] the soldier
She want to come through and pour up
Pour a little juice in the soda
Keep the bag on check
Can't let 'em check my bag
Gucci bees at your neck
Gucci bees on my rack
Flyer than a [?] Eagle
Smoking on death, call it Reaper
Shorty pull up in that Jeep-uh
Bet she gone call me the chief-uh
Do this for all of my people
They thinkin' it must be illegal
They want us to give 'em the cheat codes
They know that we hittin' like free throws

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