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drop down - chris travis lyrics

[intro]

[verse]
i don’t ever really gotta’ say sh-t
money gonna’ go cause it ain’t sh-t
pockets gonna fold, b-tch you already know
i’m a get it right back and blow it on some dope
used to be a young n-gga posted at the store
trying to be a rich n-gga posted by a pope
know when to speak and i speak what i know
and i know what i preach ain’t good for the homes
unknown calls don’t answer the phone
the sh-t you talk cause a drone on your home
b-tch i’m a boss i can hold my own
you n-ggas follow trends but i made my own
i pull up on your b-tch like smoke in a bong
you’ll never, ever catch me toking a bong
my blunt longer than a 20 minute ringtone
can’t hit my sh-t
burn like the ozone
all y’all n-ggas ain’t about sh-t
i’m astounding you are rhyming
money piling, green impalas
i’m not driving but i’m riding
need an island and some thousands
i made millions and some billions
f-ck your feelings b-tch i’m back seat chilling
how you living?

[bridge]
the money go up, the b-tches come down
yeah they from up town but i rep down south
you got your little wave
but you can’t flood a town
all my n-ggas in this b-tch
we p-ss your b-tch around and round

[hook]
b-tch make it drop down, let me see that -ss
b-tch make it drop down, let me see that -ss
b-tch make it drop down, let me see that -ss
b-tch make it drop down, let me see that -ss

[verse 2]
pull on up, headlights on
head in the car
can’t go in the house
matter fact we could just sneak on the couch
i could roll up a blunt, f-ck you, then we bounce
eyes wide open so you know i’m on the prowl
nocturnal n-gga, i belong in the wild
n-gga, who you
whats a verb to a noun
f-ck around leave a n-gga nose on the ground
act like a fool you can die like one
i don’t know pain cause i can’t feel none
bring a bad b-tch downtown, hilton
then f-ck her till she sleep and her body feel numb
chris f-cking travis made a b-tches spirits sprung
hit her one more time like i’m about to leave for long
if you know your sh-t then b-tch sing along
then drop it down quick
sports bra and a thong

[hook]

[outro]

- chris travis lyrics

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