b#tches in my droppa
Motherf#ck the coppers
In my trunk
Right next to the chopper
It got b#tches in my droppa
Motherf#ck the coppers
In my trunk
Right next to the chopper
Turned up, I’m coming down
Her #ss fat
I knock her down
I pound that p#ss#, no hashtag
It’s club god, and I’m sucker free
At me
That b#tch tell you she aint nasty
I text that ho, she gon strip for me
Club god, I got paper
I spend it,, come back
Got b#tches all in my droppa
I don’t no
I’m so rich that I laugh at haters
They don’t get p#ss#, they m#st#rb#t#rs
I pull up, your b#tch fassonated
Like Bun B I got
b#tches in my droppa
Motherf#ck the coppers
In my trunk
Right next to the chopper
It got b#tchеs in my droppa
Motherf#ck the coppers
In my trunk
Right nеxt to the chopper
I might just
Put a scotch inside
Top down in the rain, I don’t give a damb, that’s how I ride
Trunk in the air when I I swang with pride
And I can’t be denyed
Drippin
Yeah I’m bout that
Strapped up, never leave home without that
I don’t need a key, start the car with an IPad
I’m
Might need me a
Get blowed
I’m getting blowed like a switchblade
b#tches in my droppa
Motherf#ck the coppers
In my trunk
Right next to the chopper
It got b#tches in my droppa
Motherf#ck the coppers
In my trunk
Right next to the chopper
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BeatKing Lyrics – Droppa