Drop That lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Verse 1: Problem]
Great ghost in my system
If you broke better fix it
Oh yo pus*y I'm a kiss it
Too real for the fake sh*t
100 all day
Call it bear bottle money if you call me
On strive, on God
Be the mirror for every n*gga that's in my squad
Yea, everything about the figures
And the Beverly sinners
Shoppin with my n*ggas, turning it up
And these b*tches all see us for real
No Neptunes though we got a splice with the script
Like that, it's a known fact, we at yo face with the rip
Trippin, I ain't gotta be off a pill to act a foolie on em
Better round like a n*gga got a toolie on em
Saw yo b*tch in the club, threw her booty on me
Start poppin that sh*t
She got high and start droppin that sh*t


[Chorus: Problem]
Drop that sh*t, b*tch
For real, drop that sh*t, b*tch
She got hot in that hoe, straight drop that sh*t, b*tch
Drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Yea, drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Yea, drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Drop that b*tch, she got high
[Verse 2: Problem]
If she say she want another pill
Nope, I gotta save that for my other girl
Yea, it's a thought I don't need follow
Barry told me her pus*y's feeding the muscato
Popped a pill and I roll these like a taco
Flex a b*tch like Dre, YOLO be the moto
n*ggas wanna hate, I'm poppin scop like a bottle
Smoked me a joint, don't worry about it tomorrow
From the same city, it's drainin there and I follow
That sh*t prom, was hittin n*ggas with hollows
n*gga followed that, birds behind bars
Never hit the league but now n*ggas is all stars
Get it? (get it?)
Who with it? Not ya'll
I swear I seen you hopin out a cop car
Mmm, that ain't cool
Baby girl I'm that dude so


[Chorus: Problem]
Drop that sh*t, b*tch
For real, drop that sh*t, b*tch
She got hot in that hoe, straight drop that sh*t, b*tch
Drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Yea, drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Yea, drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Drop that b*tch, she got high


[Verse 3: A2Thak]
See all my n*ggas tryna bring fresh dollar bills
And all my b*tches like to twerk just to keep it trill
And all my b*tches I'll be with, keep them tights on em
My main like to f*ck with the lights on
I be on Hennessey, goose I be mixin
Tatted like a cholo, pocket full of Benjamins
Ridin in that Rari or that Benz with yo BM
Burner on my hip, f*ck whoever wanna see em
She choosin, she choosin, she tryna choose up
She know I'm bout that money plus I'm too much
Stick to the script, f*ck a b*tch, yea literally
Beat er from the back like that, got er feeling me
I be on some other sh*t, she be on another di*k
But every time I text, man her dude turn to her ex
(Bye) got her in a room straight flexin
It's just me and her in the room naked


[Chorus: Problem]
Drop that sh*t, b*tch
For real, drop that sh*t, b*tch
She got hot in that hoe, straight drop that sh*t, b*tch
Drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Yea, drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Yea, drop that b*tch, drop that b*tch
Drop that b*tch, she got high
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