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letra de drop that bitch - salva

hook: (x3)
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch

in that motherf-cking hanging and she forever be singing
with that thing in the back, make it backtrack, look up
it’s somewhat banging, when i pull up and bang that track in the four
and it ain’t no stopping the show at l.a metropolis so,
there just ain’t no stopping when i hit that bomb head in my car
got that bomb weed in my drawer
got them bomb seeds in my garden, valley girl, dolly parton.
if that sh-t don’t be popping, got them dope fiends in compton,
got my n-gg-s rose and my b-tches though,
these motherf-ckers keep popping molly.
broccoli in my pocket’s pocket
oxys and my pocket’s growling?
smoking heavy in my impala chevy parking
and it’s that gangsta instrumental (soft)
original indo (pound)
for the hoes in s-xy clothes
them n-gg- never touched the bank roll
lemme get that!

hook: (x3)
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch

ugly n-gg- with a gang of b-tches
hoover street nifty-fifty business
in my b-tch whip with my l suspended
big pimping, misleading women.
extra innings being good at pitching
blue khakis i’m … doubt
got naked hoes in a dope house
put them hoes on a dvd!
show them hoes what this pimp bout
i’m pill popping, feds is watching
i hopped the feds, i don’t need….
… the dui, but my gun loaded
if my men made it then my men sold it,
if the sun shine and that b-tch know it,
come holler at your young scholar
i’m top dog i’m rottweiler!
i g-ngb-ng and i spit lava,
i drink brews and i make moves
i went so hard for these new shoes,
i go so deep in her vocals
i lay it down on this pro tool
i’m a real n-gg-, you so full!
uh, world tours, and you local
all you say this sh-t on the menu
give me large fries and i’ll be cool
put your hands down by your ankles,
make it clap for me for this bank roll,
i’ll gladly poke on that pink hole!
front to leaves i’m straight backwoods
hit my weed and i owe you baby
might buy you something, that head good
now let me pinch on that donkey lady!

hook:
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch
rock that b-tch

motherf-cker, i treat the hard way!
what? … though
kurt ain’t go where i play the rings
chains on, the fames on,
but i’m still good with that bada of bing boy (what?)
my foreign chicks love coming to america (what?)
they go back like i never thought a problem with
having me coming from america (what?)
blast off i smash off like vroom-vroom
with a b-tch as easy as blues clues
dirty flow need two rooms (now! what?)
diamond lane everything, we hitting everything
like a we were juicing minute maid
knock it out the park another homerun, need i run home
cali mind, play with mine n-gg- run home
why you on the phone line while these n-gg-s jump you
(what you?) f-ck you! no it isn’t ever like that
but you saying that so you kinda make a n-gg- want to
me off the wee-little, b-tch, i’mma b-mp
then i’ll f-ck, then i’ll pump… full of pumps
i’m … off to the next
compton the home of the chrome to your neck
f-ck all that! (what?) f-ck all that! (what?)
n-gg-s trying turn up one more time
n-gg-s thought i was done with the rapping
f-ck that… one more line
nick where you at? roll some more 5’s
sh-t to fly won’t p-ss that up
diamond lane gang, diamond lane gang
problem, casha, and bad lucc (what?)

hold up bro, don’t forget the lucky
four finger ring cause the squad is rusty
square can’t touch me!
homicide on the track made them must hate!
town aboriginal, rap … extra dollar like a field goal
i’mma show you where a mill go
knocked out i still go (let’s go!)
hand me that jack, uhh
hit him with the right left, uhh
i’ll plate none, you get the plat-plat on!
send him on his -ss like uh
where you n-gg-s from? with my crazy lady
your baby momma look like she made to pay me!
shady baby, spend a bank roll on the aces, baby
you ain’t getting money, hey you, crazy, lady!
bad luck with it i go
fat n-gg- lookin like a billion i know
rap n-gg- wanna bust head on the low
you rather take a train into a shower of snow, yeah
f-cking with your broad metals spitting about an o!
i dont wanna keep it you can get it from the show
feeling i have it good, i’m just doing what i know
gotta king open up your head full of dough
100 shots of that fireball, my hood got it coming like firewall
if a n-gg- bleep twice, then i’m lining y’all
but since you can’t see my face, i’m not lying to y’all
start the beef and i push the line
diamond lane, i’m from a different kind
i do what i want, n-gg- f-ck the next line!

- salva

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