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kolby woods - drops lyrics

[intro: kolby woods]
1-9-7

[verse 1: kolby woods]
look, i bes the [?]
the pelvis stabber
the hoe jabber
dope peddler
the hoe seller
you f-ck with me, you must be out your mind boy
tipped over the hourgl-ss
you’re running out of time
uh, look, cruising in a four-door
b-tch this ain’t no rental
mental growth exponential
my mind is divine, my body my temple
so i eat some [?] and [?]
boy, you better be smooth when you step in my palace
like i play for the pistons
d-mn, i feel like rasheed wallace
you tryna’ link up and [?]
is it real or is it false, tell me how you gon’ be on that
cheese wrapped in a sleeve, i believe in believers
saint alfred tee goes sweet with adidas
n-gga, ask beavis, i get nothing but head
the f-cking frontman
the dr. jumpman
the pearly blunt man
get money

[verse 2: kingpin kevo]
told you never come around them boys with the funny sh-t
and we be watching stars and sending signs up to the mothership like
f-ck the government
i’m chiseled out of diamonds
the homies said i’m on some other sh-t like
i’m on some other sh-t
i might just spring a leak out the peak and i come from under it and
i might grow wings like griffins, i need my drink quite stiffened
i strike like-like lightning and don’t need lights when i write bright pictures
trust me dog, i’m not about to knife fight with you
but, i can turn your best day into fight night, mister
extra-or-dinary harry, a-bomb baked
and waiting patiently for all your sh-t to drop… drop… drop… i’ll give it some time
what they can’t get from they sh-t, they get it from mine
i swear to god that all these n-ggas better get it in line when i…

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