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Ali - Drop Top lyrics
(Chorus x2 - Kandi) Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) (Verse 1 - Ali) Yo, I'ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match No poke, no soda, no talkin' back, grabbin' 'em out of college I'm wisdom lookin' for knowledge, who got it I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty And if both of y'all together, I'm in the center like Jahadi And I like that (Woo), plus the both of y'all so fine Why should I bite back (Woo), I'm just waistin' my lines And havin' time after time, I'm just speakin' my mind It don't matter if I'm in the Range, or the Benz I'ma shine Now ask, who that is, walkin' and talkin' that bull stuff Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Let's roll) (Chorus x2 - Kandi) Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) (Verse 2 - Ali) Check, check, well I got no love for losin' Never been full of hate, no love for uzi's Wahchin' me again and again, like favorite movies MC's wit brains, obsessed wit oochie coochie (I got more flavor than them, motherfucker) You other facts of life acts too (Too) No but, no drink, I gets very moody I guess that why, I'm in love wit Bud just like brew Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur What's in store, I'ma let jet like Acu-ra Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors See I'm your, Lunatic for hire A ??? will call them MC's out like a bad umpire (You're outta here) I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Chorus x2 - Kandi) Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) (Verse 3 - Ali) Now for real, I be to break 'em off Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper Think he like papa, when I drop her Lyin' on that ass now we fuckin' 'til the beat don't stop her Could it be I move too smooth, groove That'll make the whole party move Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a glock My crew stand up, y'all crew catch rounds Desert Eg, 4 pound, it's got to, go down Should I sweat that, hell naw I'm gon' go Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Kandi w/ Ali talking in background) Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin' St. Lunatics, keep rollin' (Chorus x2 - Kandi) Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats) Oh, Ali |
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