Tell me is that deja vu? 'Cause you want me and I want you 'Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no 'Cause baby this ain't nothing new, no 'Cause I can't take it no more No you ain't like them bitches Tell them hoes adios And you can drop drop your panties Leave

Now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Finally I'm right where I should be. Like when you grow up doing donuts in the parking lot, You hit the station, go insane, and when the kick-drum drops You know, now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Hey, and

Work hard, work hard 'Cause I work hard for mine yeah (work hard) 'Cause I work hard for mine Work hard, work Dropped out of school I didn't graduate (you know I didn't graduate) But I still got the M's on my plate (the M&M way) Mama ain't really have a

Teardrops in my eyes Standin' at the station That's why I'm standin' at the station Wonderin' why You love him more than you love me You wanna marry him Make a family Well I'm standin' at the station Sad as a man can be

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

Pull up on your block, then I bleed it (Bleed it) Slidin', if I don't drop drop somethin', I can't leave it (I can't leave it) Wock' got me po'ed, but this TEC got him leanin' (Got him leanin') Never let the beef get cold, where's the meat at? (Where's the

Tonight is bottoms up Throw it on down Rock this quiet, little country town Get up, drop drop a tailgate on ya truck Find a keg and fill ya cup up Kick it on back Pretty little mama lookin at ya like that Make ya wanna slide on in like girl, what’s up

I know what it is You know that you want it, baby When the night is through, will I still be loving you? Drop Drop dead legs, pretty smile, Hurts my head, gets me wild Dig that steam, giant butt, Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you

Everything stops where the pavement ends. You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio. Find a lighter, live a little high. Take it all in, let the good times roll. And on a clear night, Who needs the headlights? Drop Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight.

(Joe Callicott) Drop Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got