Touch The Ground lyrics

[Intro: Akon & Jerry West]
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grahh, grahh, grahh)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Ayo, n*gga wake up, Snipes makin' a beat again)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

[Chorus: Jerry West]
When I spot 'em, his body gon' drop
I'm 41, I don't link with the opps
And these n*ggas be talkin' like cops
Spin with a .40, I'm lettin' it flock
You a baddie, I beat up the box
Hit ya top if you somethin' you not
Kyrie my gun when I handle The Rock
Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot

[Verse 1: Jerry West & Akon]
Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot
Spot 'em, flock 'em, touch the ground
Top shotta, don't aim at the ground
You not 41, so stop coming around
When I shoot, I'ma aim for the crown
Aim at his person, don't think like a-
When I creep, I'm not making a sound
You not my b*tch, I'm just tryna get hound
f*ck a who, can get shot through the lounge
That n*gga dead and his body was found
Spot him, I drop him, he hittin' the ground
Bag on his back, n*gga spray at the ground
You a thot, you not telling me down
I'm a demon, don't care where it go
That n*gga broke and that n*gga a pro
I'm like Tommy, K.O, that's my ghost
Not slime 'cause I shoot thru the nose
Catch a [?], I'ma click thru the coat
Jenny a demon, not livin' in fear
Murder was all that she wrote
My b*tch a gun, and she comin' prepared
TaTa gon' shoot thru the scope
[Chorus: Jerry West]
When I spot him, his body gon' drop
I'm 41, I don't link with the opps
And these n*ggas be talkin' like cops
Spin with a .40, I'm lettin' it flock
You a baddie, I beat up the box
Hit ya top if you somethin' you not
Kyrie my gun when I handle The Rock
Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Feel like-Feel like German when I'm on the block
Walk with the drum and get shot out his socks
Spin thru, click 'til he drop
I get excited to catch me an opp
Like, how the f*ck do you die with ya knock?
Like, felt tuff, you got put in a box, what
She a-She a thot, can't stop
He try to diss, he got sent to the top
Like, no remorse, b*tch it's everything shot
Gun jam up, he get beat with the Glock
Big knock, aim at his stomach
Stally, you never did nothing, you chuckin'
Like-like, get off our di*k, stop munchin'
f*ck it, Dre don't stop, keep dumpin'
Put a whole in his head, no Dunkin
Better-Better duck when I'm clutchin' on Sally
Grahh, he-he went out sadly
Dotty got smoked, he got left in the ally
[Chorus: Jerry West]
When I spot him, his body gon' drop
I'm 41, I don't link with the opps
And these n*ggas be talkin' like cops
Spin with a .40, I'm lettin' it flock
You a baddie, I beat up the box
Hit ya top if you somethin' you not
Kyrie my gun when I handle The Rock
Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot

[Post-Chorus: Jerry West & Akon]
Let it flock, I'm not missin' a shot
Spot 'em, flock 'em, touch the ground
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
Shake ya' body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
Shake ya' body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies-