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dropping a popped locket - ya last ride '06 lyrics

[intro: dropping a popped locket]
yeah, boy, hahah
here we go, here we go, here we go

[verse 1: dropping a popped locket]
i saw this little b-tch motherf-cker poppin’ over the truck
but this truck after popped off of his skull and hit the floor
he can bring his whole crew, i don’t need to squash beef
no respect for human life, [?] crushed like chopped meat
a beretta to a sweater, nothing better lovin’ of
you been that it, it’s incredible, so when i pop one off
you’ll be running through the crowd lookin’ for ya home boy
you p-ss me off, i’ll pick you off, just cause i’m annoyed
yo, that’s that little b-tch, trippin’ with my d-ck
you slit his throat for being too close to [?]
shut the f-ck up fashion punk, you have the right to remain silent
except for the sixty six plugs, give me the right to remain violent
tell your friends i got back, you need to get in this
your friend’ll get clapped, i’m literally lifeless
tie a rope around your mouth, cry b-tch, go bite it
the truck is only way you ride with me (don’t fight it)

[chorus: dropping a popped locket]
enjoy the view of my trunk, b-tch
it’s the last ride you’ll be taking
enjoy the b-mps in the road, kid
it’s your last night think i’m thinking
enjoy the view of my trunk, b-tch
i’ma think it’s too loud, do you hear what i was saying?
enjoy the rest of the ride, kid
too b-tches that if you think i’m playing

[verse 2: dropping a popped locket & slick ross]
alright, we’re here b-tch, wake up, it’s just a concussion
i’ll be back in the second, wait, who’s that running?
it’s the comeback, but now she’s laid out
after f-cking being told that didn’t pay out
sh-t, i gotta get this fat b-tch in the trunk
and now he waking up from out of shot pump
pistol whip, little kid, in the lit with the click
till he sits, back up into this room [?] tell me, b-tch
-yo
-hey, ross i need some help, something bleeding in the truck, man
-d-mn, what the h-ll, what you do to this time, jay? i done told you temper, temper [?]
-it’s not me, it’s my trigger finger that wanted to end her…
shut up, i’m on the phone b-tch! (come on) i’m about to let out a clip, kid (what the… ?)
f-ck it, what up ross? (yo) i’ma pick your -ss up (right)

[verse 3: dropping a popped locket & slick ross]
so, gather up some shovels and gather up cigars
we celebrating mutilating these b-tches in my car
and if the cops in the street don’t lock me up for murder
i’ma bury you b-tch, six feet in the dirt!
eyes are so pretty, all bloodshot and red
never looks so good with your eyes back in your head
[?] sh-t! (shut up f-cking kid, b-tch) b-tch!
straight up [?] to die went
-we’re in it now, jay, these sl-t blonde listening (bla, bla, bla, bla) and are you even listening?
-shut up a minute, i gotta clean my head first, we need a f-cking place where we can put these kids in the dirt
different door, who was wrong? don’t matter
i’d rather forget this sh-t, move past this pattern
ditch these bodies quick, gave me a lighter
forget this b-tch! and toke up in the [?]

- dropping a popped locket lyrics

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