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letra de drop a dime - quavo

[intro: post malone]
doin’ sh-t, i hope to cut my hope from chewin’
ayy, baddie on the [?], bobby gonna do it
yeah, you takin’ all that sh-t but [?]
not the only one about it, bettin’ i can do it
that i’m

[verse 1: quavo]
(yeah, yeah)
batman out the bat cave (whoa)
(yeah, yeah)
new hoes in their old ways (yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, we the new wave (new wave)
(yeah, yeah)
up now to the next page (uptown)
two cups, pour up (two cups)
your girl know us (your girl)
pipe up, ice up (pipe up)
ride us, fight us (fight us)
bite us, don’t bite us (bite us)
i got the touch, midas (midas)
quavo the king, [?] (king)
focus the squad, we slidin’ (gang)
(yeah, yeah)
broke boys like to throw shade (boys)
(yeah, yeah)
push keys like segways (keys)
(yeah, yeah)
bought ice from a snowman (ice)
(yeah, yeah)
graduates from the mjs (ayy)
[chorus: quavo]
drop a dime on ’em (dime, dime)
but really, i got five on ’em (i got five, five)
drop a dime on ’em (drop that dime)
but really, i got five on ’em (i got five, five)
look alive on ’em (look alive)
i am in the sky (i am in the sky)
she gon’ ride (she gon’)
she gon’ roll it up and ride (she gon’ bust it open, yeah)

[bridge: quavo]
a real size (size)
he said, “bring a bigger size” (bring a bigger size)
told him, “bring a bigger size”
i told the plug, i told him, “bring a bigger size”
need that supersize

[verse 2: meek mill]
count it up and think about the times i was broke (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
at the vmas with a .9 in my coat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
put my n-ggas on with a line of the coke (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
posted up like i’m alone with a dime on a boat (yeah)
jumpin’ off lil yachty (hey)
lil’ b-tch, bad body (ayy)
do whatever i wanna (yeah)
cash-out, no problems (hey)
all my n-ggas, all money (yeah)
we ain’t doin’ no robbin’ (no)
but if a n-gga start frontin’ (brrt)
we gon’ shoot up anybody (yeah)
shorty ’bout to pull and suck all of it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t trust these n-ggas ’cause i know they all dumb (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and if metro don’t trust you, then we all poppin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
put a filter on your ho, then bring the dog out her, yeah
you don’t know me, i smoke og
i’m not lowkey, i stunt, od
my b-tch so rich, they mad, poor me
i sip that sprite, whole pint, codeine
it’s gettin’ blurry, yeah
sippin’ it down with the xans
whippin’, swervin’ the benz

- quavo

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