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667 kult - drop top lyrics

[chorus: bobby bucher]
when i make it to the top, i won’t let that change me
i’ma pull up in the drop, i won’t let that change me
i been used to getting guap, i ain’t let that change me yeah
they all fake but, not me

[post-chorus: fredo]
you ain’t gotta lie to me
this is where you wanna be
right here on the side of me
and let me hit it like the lottery yeah

[verse 1: bobby bucher]
pull up on me i got the semi on my side
drinking rémy with a bad b-tch on my line
oh woah woah why they wanna judge me all the time?
money in my pockets i don’t wanna press rewind
oh no no, somebody like me they won’t find
667 tatted on me i won’t change my mind
now it’s reading dollar signs, i don’t know i don’t know
smoke in the air where i go where i go

[verse 2: illmac]
if, this ain’t, what you want from me
i’m on one, but i’m off that drink woah woah
let me hit it like the lottery
i know, she want me, hold on, hold on babe
she said, she love me, go on, go on, yeah
get the car then i’m on the way
i know she miss me when i’m away
think about the last time, that i hit it when i’m outta state then you ride the wave
by the way tell her bye and wave, i could never get the time of day
tell a hater hi and thanks, took a loss to find a way, never change yeah

[post-chorus: fredo]
you ain’t gotta lie to me
this is where you wanna be
right here on the side of me
and let me hit it like the lottery yeah

[verse 3: fredo]
this a hit
every type of backwood getting lit
grind the weed and roll it cut the tip off
everywhere we go we off the rip though
prepare for liftoff
oh no, oh no
live my life according to the code
oh woah, oh woah
everything she do is for the kult

[verse 4: chase moore]
yeah, i used to smoke the black & mild’s with the tip off
scoring in the league, way before we even tipped off
f-ck a snitch, running from the pig, they was tipped off
grinding for this loot, buy a coupé, take the tip off
h-lla on when i’m sipping soda working extra long i gotta hit the quota
if you wanna test the god i’ma have to pull a metal arm like the winter soldier
and they don’t wanna feel the fury
only god can judge me i won’t ever need a jury
amen

[post-chorus: fredo]
you ain’t gotta lie to me
this is where you wanna be
right here on the side of me
and let me hit it like the lottery yeah

- 667 kult lyrics

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