Blazin' Jayne - Tops Drop

Now welcome to the land where it just don't quit
New Whip, Fresh drip and my paper legit
Thick thighs, Brown Eye, and some titties that sit.
No Surprise I Ride only slabs and dick.
Riding Loud in Htown and I know that they see me,
Your nigga call you hamlet cause he wants you to be me
Open wallet open, open mouth, that's the way that he greet me
And don't like to call him Trick, but thats the way that he treat me
My last nigga fell in love
But sweet p is a thug
Where the good pussy at
You know sweet p is the plug
Sweet pussy sunshine,
It yank, I ain't even trying
Told meet me at the mall
I got some shit that need buyin
I'm sorry to this man
I don't know this man
Ask me can I spend his check ,
Bitch yes I can
One more time for they mind
I'ma gone put it down
R.I.P. Fat Phat
Got that Htown crown
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down here, yeah
Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop
Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop
Trunks keep popping
Tops keep dropping down here, yeah
Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop
Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop
Now I couldn't give af bout what a hoe nigga thanks
Worried bout a gold digger When they begging for dranks
Dirty ass wife beater and some jeans that stank
Same niggas looking like they took a bath in a sink
Now I'ma slid slide slippety slide
Into you nigga back account
Ain't no use in me lying
Bitch don't try to check me , check yo nigga for trying
Cause this pussy give em wings and your nigga be flying
Drop down do my thing
My reality a dream
They ask who I'm chasing after and I told them the cream
Blazin Jayne what they say, and the bops gone play
Shout out Htown from greens road to broadway

Written by:
Janay Peloquin

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