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lirik lagu hitmaka - drop it like it's hot (feat. lil wayne & loco)

[intro: ric flair]
it’s so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio
looking at a guy out here hollering my name
when last year i spent more money on spilt liquor
in bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made
you’re talking to the rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (woo!)
wheeling dealing, limousine riding, jet flying, son of a gun

[hook: meek mill & french montana]
these p-ssy -ss n-ggas
ain’t bout that life, ain’t bout that life (you ain’t bout that life) x8

[verse 1: meek mill]
n-ggas wanna act loco? who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo
young n-gga in the low low
jumpin’ out the thing with a little bad b-tch like yolo
44 on my hip line, this time ain’t no joke
in the hood where there ain’t no hope
now everybody ridin’ dirty like there ain’t no soap
everybody get to rappin’ when there ain’t no c0ke
where the money n-gga
cop 44 a bird where i live at
probably get the whole load if you get it back
fish scale when snapped rented rack
little n-gga you ain’t stuntin’ give that rental back, oh
i like fast cars, fast broads
and my last car was like a nascar it go vroom, vroom
then skrr, skrr before i blast off
she go up and down like nasa
bike life on your b-tch n-gga
pop a wheelie all in that p-ssy she switchin’ gears on this d-ck n-gga
still young, reckless, and rich n-gga, yellow diamonds like p-ss n-gga
stones they glistening n-gga, ya’ll suckas don’t do it like this n-gga

[hook: meek mill & french montana]

[verse 2: french montana]
that n-gga right there, that n-gga right there
look at that n-gga right there
that b-tch right there, that b-tch right there
look at that b-tch right there
you ain’t bout that life, you ain’t bout that
that price tag you ain’t bout that
that b-tch you love we popped that
that sh-t talk you ain’t bout that
don’t get caught in that traffic
n-ggas ain’t bout that action
you can keep your chain
my n-ggas don’t want that plastic
n-ggas talkin’ bout they got mill
n-ggas talkin’ bout they got wheels
n-ggas talkin bout they got sk!ll
he alright, he not real
got a little flow that’s cool with me
got a little dough that’s cool with me
got a little watch a little jewelry
them self made n-ggas, volume 3
that work get through like woo!
shorty got that ric flair p-ssy like woo

[hook: meek mill & french montana]

[verse 3: k kutta]
[?]
don’t handle your business
when the car pull up
ya’ll n-ggas slippin’, with the window rolled up
that choppa with the whipper
ain’t no god, ain’t no priest
just your body, floating in blood exposed to the street
i’m bout that life, i don’t play no game
that snitch sh-t lame
in the booth you know i’m flame
why the f-ck you in the game
mmg, come and get that bang
that marley [?]
mmg, cut that check
plus a rollie and a chain
ya’ll n-ggas fake like [?]
roll the ghost, drop the top
bad b-tch, suck the c-ck
in the crib or in the car
p-ssy n-gga hatin’ cause i’m a star
p-ssy n-gga hatin’ like he a star
p-ssy n-gga [?] like who ya are
p-ssy [?] around my c-ck

[hook: meek mill & french montana]

[verse 4: torch]
you ain’t about that ye
you ain’t never seen a brick roll down a whole tray
all i know is gunplay
hit my n-gga gunplay anytime broad day
i be stackin’ that cash
i be [?] ya’ll stay
i ain’t even tryin’ to aim everybody in that b-tch
get that straight y’all can push that drop, i done whip [?]
i can flip that molly you ain’t seen anybody
i ain’t run my dough
i ain’t even seen a n-gga who shot em in they own blood
had to wipe mama tears
she dreamin’ i’m dead
my n-ggas gettin’ bread
my n-ggas beat the feds
every night i send they a photo on my bed
you ain’t bout that life, that life
keep a hundred shots in that pipe
200 on my dash
thousand grams of that white
sky dweller, my watch
2 kilos, my cuban
courtside like mark cuban
you gettin’ money then prove it

[hook: meek mill & french montana]

[verse 5: iceberg]
when they sit on sight and they sit on tight
with n-ggas who snipe
with a big ol’ fire
n-gga sit on down, yous a godd-mn joke
whatchu out there doin?
you goin’ get yourself hurt [?]
these guns really shoot and these packs really move
and i keep them m’s, and ya’ll n-ggas still playin’
i’m tryin’ to build my bread lil n-gga
i can’t hear, lil n-gga i k!ll for a grand
what the f-ck is you saying
i’m tryin’ to shower my b-tches with black box
nino brown [?] someone’s baby momma
f-ck n-gga keep talkin’ crazy
i’mma buy your b-tch and start claiming your daughter n-gga
all my whips are from across the border n-gga
if you a f-ck n-gga i’ll f-ckin’ shoot a n-gga
when we pull up ho’s get starstruck
this live house
mmg, i’mma teach you f-ck n-ggas to boss up

[verse 6: diddy]
man these n-ggas ain’t bout that life, naw
and this sh-t they talkin’ i got that twice
b-tch i’m diddy ho f-ck your advice
i said b-tch i’m diddy ho f-ck your life
ho shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings
i ball like lebron but i got a couple more rings
i got love for all my hatin’ n-ggas i heard you said some things
you b-tch n-ggas need love too i might take you under my wing

[verse 7: rick ross]
car expensive, jack a n-gga
what they know? i head crack a n-gga
shots fired dont ask a n-gga
gangsta got k!lled by a rappin’ n-gga
i’m michael corleone
scarface b-tch i got it goin’ on
one time for all the feds watchin’
get inside tips when your money long
got big, my plan bigger
i’m a die tryna squeeze my d-mn trigger
think when you touch that 50 m
victory white, i got five of them
pull up on the corner with shinin’ rims
smiling like a n-gga when he got a deal
dying, always on my mind for real
empire, always what i want to build

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