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Nav – Droppin Tears Lyrics

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Wheezy outta here

Droppin bodies, we ride out, they droppin tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player
Ill buy an opp pack, and blow that sh- in the air
They talk about me, but I dont care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad b-, the wind blowin through her hair
Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, Im outta here Wheezy outta here
Battlin all of my darkest fears

My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me
Stayed on the grind, ten years is what it took m
Like I left the ovn on, Im burnin cookies
Say they gon touch me, I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time cause I could
Keep me a stick, I aint knockin on wood

Never rely on my luck when I pop out
I make a call, they gon pull up and hop out brr
Paint you, we draw for the chopper, like chop, chop
Slide in the Vette, we gon shoot out the drop top brrt
50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top
Like a track meet, doin laps on the opp block
Dont beat my meat, I be f- on thot, thots
Flooded out fully, no, this aint no stopwatch woo

My whip expensive, cant go through a car wash
Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot
Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off
Got some money counters, I dont gotta turn off
If checks are involved, then you know Im all for it
Slide in the Ventador, liftin my doors
My shooter got a mop, but its not for the floor
Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours

Droppin bodies, we ride out, they droppin tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player
Ill buy an opp pack, and blow that sh- in the air
They talk about me, but I dont care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad b-, the wind blowin through her hair
Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, Im outta here Wheezy outta here
Battlin all of my darkest fears

My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me
Stayed on the grind, ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, Im burnin cookies
Say they gon touch me, I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time cause I could
Keep me a stick, I aint knockin on wood

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