Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

Once again up in that south from my mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no
in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, it crunk

What, What (in background)
Now dem boes'

Nigga boes' bout to turn out the
Crankin' up yo' dance screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking
It's time lay it down it all up on the line
Ain't no for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these what they made us from dem' boes and craters
lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell hip hop
just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or
But it like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' niggas try me
Big trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can me
>From a place T-town deep down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to
I be damn a ain't crunk in this manner
I can't a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it and drop dem boes, drop dem boes

I afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so
And could you be mad I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check hoe
I'm from the ATL player, that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get fucked up, now what's up

Now are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, that you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that clean and shit
go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, ya' drop dem' boes'

Now if the packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya'
I'm the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boes and shake hoes
And proceed to rock, from the to the back
the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and
Now dem' haters watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so want you keep on dropping
for my

Now right now I want all my niggas to follow me, follow me

what (until fade)
That's how these die, they with the shit talk
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