Drop It

Blaq Tuxedo & Eric Bellinger - R&B
Drop It
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[Chorus] Drumline, got them bands up on me If I hit it, I don't never spend no thing, nah Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet Get into it, put your hands on your knees Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it [Verse 1] Yeah, I know what to do with it Don dada, girl, you know I act a fool with it Saw you standin' over there, baby, what's your name? Had to holler at you like, "Ayy, baby" From Sac to the Bay with it And you know we came down to LA with it In the A, know I gotta hit the strip club Feelin' like Jay when I'm in New York I know she on me, girl, come put it on me Be yourself, girl, there ain't no rules What we do is between me and you So bust it, bust it, bust it for a young I'ma take you to the crib where we all go dumb, ayy [Chorus] Drumline, got them bands up on me If I hit it, I don't never spend no thing, nah Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet Get into it, put your hands on your knees Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it [Verse 2] Shawty got me losin' it I'm in love with a stripper, but I'm cool with it Way she throwin' that on me, yeah Make a nigga never wanna leave, yeah Oh my, what a time Throw it back, halftime I hit ignore on my ex Cookies and Backwoods for stress I need a girl look like Nicki Minaj I told that bitch come and give me massage Yes, I'm just doin' too much Guess what, I don't give a fuck So freak my shit, freak my shit Freak my, freak my, freak my, freak my [Chorus] Drumline, got them bands up on me If I hit it, I don't never spend no thing, nah Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet Get into it, put your hands on your knees Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it (Oh, baby) [Verse 3] Drop, drop, drop it 'til it clap ('Til it clap), ayy Hands on your knees and look back (Look back, ayy) Go on, put your bity on the map You a boss bitch, and I can see your titties through that, ayy (Through that, ayy) Shout out to them, ayy You brought the girls out, call them the twins like (Yeah, yeah), ayy Hop in my Benz Know I can beep, beep, beep like Drumline (Yeah) [Chorus] Drumline, got them bands up on me If I hit it, I don't never spend no thing, nah Pretty boys talkin' what they wanna see Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak, yeah Hell yeah, I got a bustdown on me Hell yeah, I got them Vans on my feet Get into it, put your hands on your knees Clap, clap, clap it up if you a freak Drop it 'til it clap, drop it 'til it clap Drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it, drop it 'til it
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Credits
- Writers
- Darius Logan
- Dominique Logan
- Eric Bellinger
- Leonard Brooks Jr
- Tiffany Christine Mauzy Johnson