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Chris Travis

Drop Down

 

Drop Down

(album: Never Forget - 2014)


I don't ever really gotta' say shit
Money gonna' go cause it ain't shit
Pockets gonna fold, bitch you already know
I'm a get it right back and blow it on some dope
Used to be a young nigga posted at the store
Trying to be a rich nigga posted by a pope
Know when to speak and I speak what I know
And I know what I preach ain't good for the homes
Unknown calls don't answer the phone
The shit you talk cause a drone on your home
Bitch I'm a boss I can hold my own
You niggas follow trends but I made my own
I pull up on your bitch like smoke in a bong
You'll never, ever catch me toking a bong
My blunt longer than a 20 minute ringtone
Can't hit my shit
Burn like the ozone
All y'all niggas ain't about shit
I'm astounding you are rhyming
Money piling, green Impalas
I'm not driving but I'm riding
Need an island and some thousands
I made millions and some billions
Fuck your feelings bitch I'm back seat chilling
How you living?

The money go up, the bitches come down
Yeah they from up town but I rep down south
You got your little wave
But you can't flood a town
All my niggas in this bitch
We pass your bitch around and round

Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass
Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass
Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass
Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass

Pull on up, headlights on
Head in the car
Can't go in the house
Matter fact we could just sneak on the couch
I could roll up a blunt, fuck you, then we bounce
Eyes wide open so you know I'm on the prowl
Nocturnal nigga, I belong in the wild
Nigga, who you
What's a verb to a noun
Fuck around leave a nigga nose on the ground
Act like a fool you can die like one
I don't know pain cause I can't feel none
Bring a bad bitch downtown, Hilton
Then fuck her till she sleep and her body feel numb
Chris fucking Travis made a bitches spirits sprung
Hit her one more time like I'm about to leave for long
If you know your shit then bitch sing along
Then drop it down quick
Sports bra and a thong

Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass
Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass
Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass
Bitch make it drop down, let me see that ass

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