only set out to burn you And you know your better off so c?mon? Drop the girl? Whooooa She?s the only reason she?s got you believing its love Drop the girl
Drop the girl, she?s the only reason She?s got you believing it's love Drop the girl, the bridge is fast and burning Set her down in flames and get up Drop
set out to burn you And you know your better off so c?mon? Drop the girl? Whooooa She?s the only reason she?s got you believing its love Drop the girl
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. Drop The Girl.
bus puttin' out cigarette butts But me personally playboy I done had bad luck And I'm a always show love to my cut Hit tha club light tha lights up The
got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent bystanders get hit
: [Mr. Mixx cuts up] (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin
Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit
: Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit! "Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" -- Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until first verse) You know
you look good girl but get your teeth fixed Im the teflon don boy i get busy Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky 760 drive by light tint With
ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit,
me With the moon light on your anatomy Head full of weave with the candy curls Smelling all good and the tommy girl And I can't say what the fucks out the south Girl
that, 'till you get sore, Smack that, oooh. [Stat quo:] I love when you do it girl Move to it like you used to it Drop it low I wanna put my thing to
clean with 2 15's in the back You hit the switch; you got them girls looking back [Chorus:] We like them thugs' with the rattling trunk Sitting low drop
is like a soundcheck Pause playback rewind pause Playback playback pause Playback rewind play playback Ya love is like a soundcheck [Verse 2:] Like a hit afta hit bring it come again Make it drop
he 'posed to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old school Stay fly like a hood nigga 'posed too Lights off click clack in
cents I ain't trynna leave you broke Life of a don, lights keep gloown Come up in the club with that fresh shit on Something crazy on my arm... And heres another hit
