Luyện nghe bài hát Drop Dem' Boes

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

Buster me and clicks, always making those hits
We straight jam with no busters our no tricks
in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it

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

Nigga boes' to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines haters looking round
It's lay it down putting it all up on the line
no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they us from dem' boes and craters
While lame dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to
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' hating try me
Big baby trick crazy he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in fo' you feel you can play me
a place called T-town deep down in the south
Where dem' players throw boes and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
All the people out there as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
>From to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't in this manner
I stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the
Y'all gotta get it crunk and dem boes, drop dem boes

I can't bigger, how ya' figga'
that you stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya'
Well true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to
I'm off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

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

Now if the club packed from wall to wall
And everybody to ball, coz sizing 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' niggas is
Put cha' in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boes and shake dem'
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' roof off the club, show you niggas some
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 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 motherfuckers die, they with the shit
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