EST Gee - DROP TOP (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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EST Gee - DROP TOP (en) Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah
yeah, yeah
Ayy, who that?
(Yeah, yeah)
(John gotitt) I'm pretty sure
if you could you would
Shit can't seem like—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, drop top on the lambo', took
my shirt off it was hot
Took killers on a yacht and told
'em pick whatever thot
Why don't you spend that money you
be stunting with? It's a prop
Make sure you on permission when
it's time for us pop out
It's certain events that they won't
be attending if I pop out
It's fifty shares in my pocket all
blue benjamins when I pop out
Asylum water monster, see
it's fin when I pop out
Heard I'm him through word of mouth
see for yourself when I pop out
Yeah, I had action in
the drought
What I lost I came
back found
Niggas mamas know they cap
We ain't seen
enough to vouch
Ain't no sleep,
f edex endroute
I got eyes on every house
Know who coming in and out
As soon as they drop it
off let's bounce
Took the prices
all the way down
Who wanna get some money right
now?
Married to the streets,
send prayer
Every year that
time come around
Make us all renew our vows
Regardless how
this shit go down
Dive in head first,
swim or drown
Tryna trail me to my house and
got his car nailed to the ground
(bah, bah, bah, bah)
Hit the gas, the motor
gon' growl
Exhaust loud for
our shoot out
You had your time mines now
Niggas barely get on with
an ounce
It was fun and games 'til jump out gang
was crouched behind your couch
Shells burning, hurting like,
"ouch"
(Yeah, yeah) yeah she must
thought I was faking
When I pulled up
she had waiting
I don't chase hoes
you mistaken
I'm a young shiner
not a chaser
So shiesty, slimey, shady
Artist transitioned
from a gangster
Specific street situations
If I picked different
would it change me
Ain't like you knew the details
you a justify my crazy
Nobody from my city did it how
I did it, I'm the jay-z
Don't be out here just hating, get
you something to sell daily
The street don't show no favors and these
switches give out spankings
Get punked out here
just dangling
It's a gamble like las vegas
Obsessed enough to take it soon as
I seen it wasn't no waiting
It was a long shot
but I made it
And the odds
wasn't in my favor
And my rolls-royce like
a spaceship
Bae keep staring at it
in amazement
Mhm
Mhm-mhm
Mhm (yeah)
Mhm, mhm-mhm
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