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[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1: Casanova]
Say you a thot, I’m a thot too
Say you love me, but fucked the whole crew
Take a shot, I’ma take two
Let me show you what that D’usse do
I can turn up on a Tuesday too
Let me show you what that D’usse do
I can turn up on a Tuesday too
Let me show you what that D’usse do

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Verse 2: Casanova]
That’s my word, you a bad bitch
I heard you eat your rice and cabbage
You could have the cash and the plastic
But tonight I gotta have it
Got that D’usse in my cup
Put my tongue in it, I don’t give a fuck
I ain’t lyin’, girl, I’m a champ
I’ma beat the pussy up
Long back out, make her tap out
Hit the strip club, throw a stack out
Sippin’ D’usse ’til we black out
We ain’t even get to make it to my trap house
Head so good, I fuck around and pull a cheque out

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She want me to put my pants down, wanna know what’s up
When I pull it out, you gon’ suck it or you tryna fuck?
Bitches gettin’ reckless, I’m tryna pull out all the stops
Gotta give you props, she a thot, fuck it, I’m a thot
Tell me where you’re from, these your panties and the top on the floor
Yeah, I know where to put my tongue to make that pussy moan
Here I go, now your bitch, she not answerin’ her phone
Yeah, I know that you waitin’ for that bitch but she ain’t home, yeah, I know
Damn, when I hit her with’ it
Got her fuckin’ with them scans, yeah, she know the digits
Hit her with that left, right, gave that bitch the business
I’m the pipe in the sex like it the bigger difference, yeah

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Verse 4: Fabulous]
I say, ladee dadee, we both a thottie
We both lookin’ for trouble, we mixin’ in the party, yeah
She like to suck it, put them hickies on your body, yeah
I like to fuck and put this dick inside her body, yeah
Up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right
What’s the code for the night? I’m on the road for the night
Even a good girl could be a hoe for the night
Come blow on the mic, that’s the flow that I like, yeah
One, two, one, two
You the finish line that I want to run through
Gimme that feedback, yeah, I need that
It’s feelin’ like the Party Tour, bitch, feed that, and then I

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
Popping on the seat, ay, my niggas don’t beef, ay
Broad day pull up on your block, it’s a street sweep, ay
Shorty, i jumped off the porch, can’t leave, I’m in too deep, ay
Bitch bad as [?], she was good now she a freak, ay
Before I go to sleep, cause I know cops look after me, ay
Lost some niggas in these streets and I’ll be damned if that be me
Got some bluddas facing life and I just wish that they was free
I’ma do this shit for all my fallen, they a part of me (it’s Wop)
And forever I stay silent, naw, this fame ain’t changing me
Everybody that was with me, yeah, still they remain with me
I don’t know, you wasn’t down bad with me, you can’t hang with me, ay
Treat my gang just like family, they just like blood to me, ay

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Niggas ain’t seeing me, grind like there’s three of me
Crush these niggas easily, my jeweler keep on freezing me
My young niggas bust five for me, menace to society
Gucci Mane keep making money, haters keep on dying, man
Big Guwop, Lil Wop, we hot, we trapping out the frying pan
Red [?], kids like they just seen the fire man
1017 C.E.O, 187, you’re C.E.O
Pull up in a coupe you never seen before
And the doors open up like plane doors
Piped up, icing looking like I sell the white stuff
Bright chunks hanging out my fish like I’m your pastor
Gucci Mane, the lunatic, the old dirty bastard
Got Gucci Mane tatted on her tits, I never asked her

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
Woke up and I had a quarter million in my sleep, ay
First I bust a juug then I go get something to eat, ay
2k for me to talk, it’s 14k up in my teeth, ay
I’m a walking Draco, stick go everywhere with me, ay
Bought my bitch a purse cause she been mad at me for weeks, ay
She left her boyfriend cause that nigga was a cheapskate, ay
You ain’t thugging in these streets so what I say, you cannot relate, ay
Straight up out the trenches, nigga came up in the PJs

[Intro]
Bongo by the way

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You don’t trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, I’m that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but I’ma get it though
She say she ain’t that type of girl, she sendin’ pictures though
She get naked on the Snap ’cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec’ and I saY, "Bring it here"
See the way that I’ma fuck you, you ain’t ever did
I’ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain’t ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I’m hopin’ you there ’cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don’t fuck with me like that
So in return I don’t fuck with ’em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But I’m only fuckin’ you, what you goin’ through?
Now you mad, textin’ in all caps
Like I just didn’t put my kids on your back

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, I
You don’t trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m so gone off your love, I’m so gone
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (aw yeah)
I’m so gone off your love and you know
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (I’m so gone)
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let’s go, ayy)
I wanna see your boobs [?] some [?]
Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?]
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin’
Ain’t a thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin’, 800 in a bag, you ain’t worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin’? (She workin’)
No climax from your man? He ain’t worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she’s mine

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Jeremih]
Hell yes
Her body talkin’ to a nigga, say less
I’m fuckin’ up her weave, need a hair net
I’ma put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestro’s
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that it’s the last stroke

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah