(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

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

Drop Drop the beat and play it again Play it again yeah DJ play my song on the radio Lifts me up when I’m feeling low DJ spin it back If you feeling me The 808 track is all I need Watch me take it up, then I break it down I don’t play sports, but it’s a

Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot Go rob the spot, go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got (4 Hunnid) Buy a drop drop, whip it then rock, stash the dope White in my sock, I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bish, yeah I'ma burn

You don't need no other lover, we can keep it undercover I want you all to myself And nobody else, yeah You're a sexy machine You're a Hollywood dream And you got me feeling like a homecoming queen Let's drop drop out of this crowd Somewhere no one's allowed

Wanna fall into your superlove 'Cause I never seem to get enough Die here, in your arms, falling in love with you Yeah my heart never wants it to stop, please save me You're the bullet and you're making me drop drop Please save me So give me all of your

I'm ju- I'm ju- I'm just sayin', choose Choose, I'm just sayin', what you wanna do? Choose, I just dropped down in your city to Choose, let me put you onto something new Choose, ain't no tellin' what we get into Feel some type of way I ain't tryna play

All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop drop top, she drop drop dead I pulled up in a drop drop top, she drop drop dead My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands My

I'm proud of the house we built It's stronger than sticks, stones, and steel A lot of things will come and go but love never will It's not a big place sittin' up high on some hill I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy's farm Asked you to

You'll dance to anything We are a hurricane Drop Drop our anchors in a storm They will never be the same They're fighting with us to keep us warm 'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me Oh, they know, I know, that they don't sound like me