Teksty:
T Pain Drop It

wrote it for one, and you know who you are, I had swith to this drinking and this is what she told me . ( T-Pain : Chorus ) You ain't gotta know what

bullshit just make me strong, motherfucker So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah, bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it

what I'mma do 'til it's over 'Til it's over, but it's far from over Alright, bottles on me, long as someone drink it Never drop the ball, fuck it y'all

that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player

top 'Cause my job's got me going nowhere So I ain't got a thing to lose Take me to a place where I don't care This is me and my liquor store blues I

drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it

back over that hour glass And refill the better half, the better half And it's a miracle how broken hearts can mend Won't you dry up all those tear drops

A headache throbs in my temple It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says it's going down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King

step [Buckshot Shorty] Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot) Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless