Droppa lyrics
by Paul Wall
[Chorus: Beat King]
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
[Verse 1: Beat King]
Turned up, I'm coming down
[?] her ass fat
[?] I knock her down
I pound that pus*y, no hashtag
It's club god, and I'm sucker free
[?] at me
That b*tch tell you she ain't 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 pus*y, they masturbaters
I pull up, your b*tch fassonated
Like Bun B I got [?]
[Chorus: Beat King]
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
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
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
[Chorus: Beat King]
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