CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Drop Top

Styles

Baby if you want it, you got it
Come and pull up on me, quit talking (Uh, yeah)
All of these blues on me, my pockets (Uh, yeah)
Ay, check the price up on it, just copped it (Ay, uh)
And I'm just a youngin' in a drop-top (f**k)
We want all the smoke, we blow yo' top off (Ha, ha, ha)
I just hit a stain, I dropped the pack off (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Xanny for my lean, my vision lost off (Uh)
Baby if you want it, you got it
Come and pull up on me, quit talking (Uh, yeah)
All of these blues on me, my pockets (Uh, yeah)
Ay, check the price up on it, just copped it (Ay, uh)
And I'm just a youngin' in a drop-top (f**k)
We want all the smoke, we blow yo' top off (Ha, ha, ha)
I just hit a stain, I dropped the pack off (Yeah, yeah)
Xanny for my lean, my vision lost off (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can't lie you a hotty, and I'm diggin' your body (f**k)
Think you'd look good beside me (sh*t), bad lil' b*t*h, right 'side it (Ha, ha)
I got so much water on my wrist if it's hand in the whip I'm blinded (Yeah, yeah)
Told me the diamonds surround my wrist, I couldn't maintain what the time is (Yeah, yeah, look)
All my money turned blue, yeah, be right there in a few, yeah, yeah
Go check, it be, yeah, 'cause I'ma come trip 'bout you, yeah
Go spot up in LA, every morning wake up to a bird's eye view (sh*t)
Got beef wit' n***as I ain't met and they all got stories on me that ain't true (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'ma buy that b*t*h, I'ma cop that b*t*h, I'ma stamp that, the whole purchase (f**k)
Nerds be up on ten sometimes I feel like the way it ain't workin' (Yeah)
Had to play sh*t cool but I was up late night, talkin' 'bout myself hurtin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't know who might be against me, I just pray that that sh*t surface (Yeah, yeah, look)
My drip from a whole new season (Season), didn't even notice I was speedin' (f**k)
Hit the gas and got me speed demon (sh*t), pull up on me but I bet you won't beat me (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout that bag so much at night I was havin' trouble sleepin' (sh*t)
Guess I'ma go hit Saks, 'cause I couldn't find sh*t up in Nieman's (Yeah)
I'm so tired of talkin', got your text but I ain't even read it (Uh-uh)
Gang up on my last brick, told him might need more, no he can keep it (Yeah)
Restaurant cost so much they pull out the chair 'fore you even get seated (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds dance like Jackson, I told my n***a he could beat it