Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

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

Chorus: What, (in background)
Now dem boes'

boes' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from boes and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip
Underground we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a or lexus
But it seem like the I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you you can play me
a place called T-town deep down in the south
Where dem' throw dem' boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil'
>From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to
I be a club 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, my game so tight
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, wear reckland ro'
So stop talking all shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick in yo' mix
Acting they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything you do
and ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't and shit
They go around sucking on every boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo'
You me, while ya' drop dem' boes'

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

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

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