Yo Gotti – Drop Lyrics
Artist: Yo Gotti
Song: Drop
J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh
Drop, shake your #ss then (Shake your #ss then)
Drop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Stop, that ain’t your cousin, ho
That ain’t your brother, ho
Y’all be f#ckin’, ho
Drop, shake your #ss then (Shake your #ss then)
Stop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Drop, that ain’t your cousin, ho
That ain’t your brother, ho
Y’all be f#ckin’, ho
Okay, my b#tch go to school
She a good girl, but she still shakin’ #ss and t#tt#es (Let’s go)
She gon’ act like it’s Magic City
As soon as she get out of class, I hit it (Let’s go)
I be runnin’ from hoes, get ’em off me
Wait outside my hotel, b#tches stalk me
If she think we gon’ chill, that b#tch lost me (No)
Really with that, for real, you just talkin’ (Let’s go)
Gotta watch what you do with that #ss
Can’t let you get close, you know I got that forty (Watch out)
She call me her bro when she h#rn#
I’m in love like T-Pain, I’ma call her my shorty (Yeah, b#tch)
Her #ss make a whole lot of noise when I f#ck from the back
And it clap, it’s annoying (Let’s go)
This b#tch want a real n#gg#, he borin’
She make that #ss jump out the gym like it’s Jordan
That b#tch gon’ make it
Drop, shake your #ss then (Let’s go)
Drop, with your best friend (I ain’t your best friend, you need to)
Stop, that ain’t your cousin, ho (Uh-uh)
That ain’t your brother, ho
Y’all be f#ckin’, ho
Drop, shake your #ss then (Shake your #ss then)
Stop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Drop, that ain’t your cousin, ho
That ain’t your brother, ho
Y’all be f#ckin’, ho
He think we family, we not (We friends)
I be burnin’ up the top (Ugh)
I call her sis, she want the dick
We went half on a spot
We f#ck on her friends together (Together)
She my homegirl, whatever (Whatever)
She got a n#gg#, she in love
But I be f#ckin’ on her better (Uh)
Yeah, I’m her friend, friend (I am)
I wanna f#ck her again, again
Introduce me as her brother friend
That’s big cap, we pretend, ‘tend
This hoes got so much game, you n#gg#s be lame
Get out your feelings, you should be ashamed
Lil’ b#tch from the hood
I took her to Wafi and got her a chain
Call her my twin, she with the gang
I am (I am), that n#gg# (That n#gg#)
Big old strap but the check bigger
Truck four wheels worth six figures
Beverly Hills residence, eight figures
Knew who I am, that’s two hundred (Two hundred)
Just touched a mill’, I been done it (Been done it)
f#ckin’ on a b#tch from the back
Smack her on the ass, bumpin’ Three 6, “Who Run It”
Drop, shake your #ss then (Shake your #ss then)
Drop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Stop, that ain’t your cousin, ho
That ain’t your brother, ho
Y’all be f#ckin’, ho
Drop, shake your #ss then (Shake your #ss then)
Stop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Drop, that ain’t your cousin, ho
That ain’t your brother, ho
Y’all be f#ckin’, ho
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Drop [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021