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wilt - drop1 lyrics

ladies and gentlemen, sports history is made here, this week, in hershey, pennsylvania, in a game in which wilt chamberlain threw in 36 field goals, 28 fouls, for a total of 100 points
this is just absolutely extraordinary. i’d like you to meet me. congratulations
young turnt n***a, my left pocket, look like young chop, i almost dropped the l, a n***a call me, asking bout a swap, we had side*on*side this curve so long, i almost went to knock, i might pop out with that flame, more than 09 waka floca
ask the d.l.c., we givin’ face shots like ids, ask who better with that 19, me or willis reed, 50 shots fast, the b*tton coulda been on need for speed, if three n****s blitzed and dwayne wade, ain’t runnin’ from this hеat

i said, bailout from both sides, you bet not fall when that switch start swingin’, 20*piеce, four n****s up a glove, it’s like gary payton, i think i hit that corner more than dougie in creighton, i think i score more points than korver in
tell usian bolt, he ain’t gon’ outrun, the micro drake, he pop that sh*t to me, and then this man die, so who to blame, they might stop catchin’ them head*taps’, if n****s used they brain, told me, leave them kids alone, so i left them on her face
man, i said, jumpin’ out, we takin’ off his feet, bet, not started trippin’, oh i think, 103, done lost, more n****s straight, then the pistons, we had put more holes in that n****s’ face than blake griffin, but not tell me that you bump into a top, and you ain’t bend him
uh, we clearin’ out blocks, in a week that’s a scary ass sign when d1 got a seat, he got hit in his head why y’all helpin’ me breathe, want the final four, we knocked out a team, head tap, this sh*t get mean, head tap, know you wish you could scream

died in the mourning’ cause he left his heat, got hit with the brttt, cause he ain’t play the g, i don’t think bill got more rings than my phone, oh drop one, no i’m get’ him gone, ask time where the f*ck, he was going
whippin’ up dope, i made it big sean, ball to the max like bron son, got a bag in his head, i’m gettin’ that done, only thing she wanna do is f*ck drop1, only thing i wanna do is f*ck drop, one
young turnt, n***a, my left pocket, look like young chop, i almost dropped the l, a, n***a, called me, asking bout a swap, we had side*to*side, his crib so long, i almost went to knock, i might pop out with that flame, more than 09 waka flocka

tell usian bolt, he ain’t goin’ out runnin’, the micro drake, he pop that sh*t to me, and then this man die, so who to blame, they might stop catchin’ them head*taps, if n****s use they brains, told me to leave them kids alone, so i left them on her face

i don’t think, a family of ten kids, making what i’m makin’, my b*tch think i’m somewhere cheatin’, whole time, i’m somewhere chasin’, i can’t out like, no b*tch, i go to h*ll, i’m bending satan, i swear to god, i hit that corner one time, the doug in creighton

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