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touch the ground - jerry west lyrics

[intro: akon & jerry west]
hey ladies, drop it down
just wanna see you touch the ground (grahh, grahh, grahh)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza
shake ya body like a belly dancer
hey ladies, drop it down
just wanna see you touch the ground
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (ayo, n*gga wake up, snipes makin’ a beat again)
shake ya body like a belly dancer

[chorus: jerry west]
when i spot ’em, his body gon’ drop
i’m 41, i don’t link with the opps
and these n*ggas be talkin’ like cops
spin with a .40, i’m lettin’ it flock
you a baddie, i beat up the box
hit ya top if you somethin’ you not
kyrie my gun when i handle the rock
let it flock, i’m not missin’ a shot

[verse 1: jerry west & akon]
let it flock, i’m not missin’ a shot
spot ’em, flock ’em, touch the ground
top shotta, don’t aim at the ground
you not 41 so stop coming around
when i shoot, i’ma aim for the crown
aim at his person, don’t think like a*
when i creep, i’m not making a sound
you not my b*tch, i’m just tryna get hound
f*ck a who, can get shot thru the lounge
that n*gga dead and his body was found
spot him, i drop him, he hittin’ the ground
bag on his back, n*gga spray at the ground
you a thot, you not telling me down
i’m a demon, don’t care where it go
that n*gga broke and that n*gga a pro
i’m like tommy, k.o, that’s my ghost
not slime ’cause i shoot thru the nose
catch a [?], i’ma cl!ck thru the coat
jenny a demon, not livin’ in fear
murder was all that she wrote
my b*tch a gun, and she comin’ prepared
tata gon’ shoot thru the scope
[chorus: jerry west]
when i spot him, his body gon’ drop
i’m 41, i don’t link with the opps
and these n*ggas be talkin’ like cops
spin with a .40, i’m lettin’ it flock
you a baddie, i beat up the box
hit ya top if you somethin’ you not
kyrie my gun when i handle the rock
let it flock, i’m not missin’ a shot

[verse 2: kyle richh]
feel like*feel like german when i’m on the block
walk with the drum and get shot out his socks
spin thru, cl!ck ’til he drop
i get excited to catch me an opp
like, how the f*ck do you die with ya knock?
like, felt tuff, you got put in a box, what
she a*she a thot, can’t stop
he try to diss, he got sent to the top
like, no remorse, b*tch it’s everything shot
gun jam up, he get beat with the glock
big knock, aim at his stomach
stally, you never did nothing, you chuckin’
like*like, get off our d*ck, stop munchin’
f*ck it, dre don’t stop, keep dumpin’
put a whole in his head, no dunkin
better*better duck when i’m clutchin’ on sally
grahh, he*he went out sadly
dotty got smoked, he got left in the ally
[chorus: jerry west]
when i spot him, his body gon’ drop
i’m 41, i don’t link with the opps
and these n*ggas be talkin’ like cops
spin with a .40, i’m lettin’ it flock
you a baddie, i beat up the box
hit ya top if you somethin’ you not
kyrie my gun when i handle the rock
let it flock, i’m not missin’ a shot

[post*chorus: jerry west & akon]
let it flock, i’m not missin’ a shot
spot ’em, flock ’em, touch the ground
don’t be shy girl, go bananza
shake ya’ body like a belly dancer
hey ladies, drop it down
just wanna see you touch the ground
don’t be shy girl, go bananza
shake ya’ body like a belly dancer
hey ladies*

- jerry west lyrics

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