Drop Top Lyrics latest song by Eddie Zuko and INJI. Lyrics were written by Alexander Matthew Graf, Eddie Zuko, Inci Gurun, Jonah Heist Jurick and produced by Alexander Matthew Graf
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Drop Top Song Details
| Song | Drop Top |
| Artist/Singer | Eddie Zuko and INJI |
| Lyrics | Alexander Matthew Graf, Eddie Zuko, Inci Gurun, Jonah Heist Jurick |
| Produced | Alexander Matthew Graf |
Drop Top Music
Drop Top Lyrics
Say “how much wood would a bad b*tch chuck if a bad b*tch could chuck wood?”
I said a “how much wood would a bad b*tch chuck if a bad b*tch could chuck wood?”
Boy, you lookin’ so cute in that Polo
But you’re drivin’ around in a Volvo
I’m playin’ with him like a yo-yo
“I, I, I”, said “I, I, I”, let me tell you now
“Bye, bye, bye”, I said a “bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye”
“I, I, I”, said “I, I, I”, let me tell you now
“Bye, bye, bye”, I said a “bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye”
Boy so sweet like Fanta
Woulda got me in a Porsche Carrera
He sayin’ “girl you lookin’ pretty on the camera”
Give it up, I got money in my standards
Pero, muy bonito, boy stop
You know you could only get it in a drop top
Yet you took the metro, step aside though
Best you’re gonna get is you could be my side hoe
Boy, you lookin’ so cute in that Polo
But you’re drivin’ around in a Volvo
I’m playin’ with him like a yo-yo
I, I, I”, said “I, I, I”, let me tell you now
“Bye, bye, bye”, I said a “bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye”
Yeah, yeah, brand new Altima, she leased it
Mix the saladito with the miche
Baby girl, on her keys lo que dice
Attitude smacking on her chicle
Lemme tell ya’, woah, woah, yeah, yeah
Says she only f*cks with ballas, I know that’s cool
But I could give you more than just some dollas
Yeah, yeah, yo no hablo, no te entiendo
Dice “Yo no hablo, no comprendo”
Baby, ‘ta apagada, yo te prendo
Suicide doors, on the [?] Lambo, prr
I know she a lot to handle
But f*ck up my life, girl, let’s take a [?]
Run threw it like Rambo
Boy, I’m just playing with you
Don’t be so serious, but like
You know I’m sweet just like candy
Rocking my Fendi, revvin’ your car, you offend me
‘Cause your thing go ra-ta-ta
Got a jew boy take me to his roshashana
Si yo no hablo, a la turca
But catch me down in Cabo doing zumba
Heard that you don’t ball, but they still call you a baller
You can know my number, if you really wanna call her
Boy, you lookin’ so cute in that Polo
But you’re drivin’ around in a Volvo
I’m playin’ with him like a yo-yo
“I, I, I”, said “I, I, I”, let me tell you now
“Bye, bye, bye”, I said a “bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye”
