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Drop Off Video (MV)




Performed By: Naynast
Length: 3:48
Written by: Ledeshanae West




Naynast - Drop Off Lyrics




Drop off yeah that drop off drop off yeah that drop off
I splish splash ona bitch hot sauce
I drip drop buss down and get lost thats sauce ayeeee

Drop off yeah that drop off drop off yeah that drop off
I want it all yeah I know that shit cost designer
Everything clothes bags lip gloss that sauce

How u fly u ain't f*cking w the queen I'm her
That Bitch don't point the red beam
I'm the type of bitch that put I and whole team
And when I f*ck up bitch imma still act mean that's me

I ain't scared of u new bootie Bitches
I been in the game Bitch I been in the trenches
I been on the block I stay in the kitchen
I'm not like them so imma stay on the distance listen

Buy what I want ion worry what it cost imma independent Bitch
Imma independent boss u lose me that's another nigga lost
Receive what I want like moss and Kick flava hot sauce

Understand I didn't take a break i had to get low key and bake
Another cake I didn't have time to play around patty cake
I had to eat the shit up like Ana may and make sho my momma straight

I would of chose Love but I chose to get fly
They say they loyal actions always show how much a nigga lie
That's why I keep a look drip drop until I die

Like why Im always talking bout I believe I can fly imma problem

You don't need in yo life I don't believe in yo hype
I got the keys to the mic so u can leave for the night
I buss down every time I write I kill Shit
I hope I don't get life I really live this life

I will not take another L and Promise imma
Cause all u bitches hell I won't stop
Till all these bitches tucking tail merchandise all through the mail
That's money for my nails the rest for the bail
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Drop off yeah that drop off drop off yeah that drop off
I splish splash ona bitch hot sauce
I drip drop buss down and get lost thats sauce ayeeee

Drop off yeah that drop off drop off yeah that drop off
I want it all yeah I know that shit cost designer
Everything clothes bags lip gloss that sauce

How u fly u ain't f*cking w the queen I'm her
That Bitch don't point the red beam
I'm the type of bitch that put I and whole team
And when I f*ck up bitch imma still act mean that's me

I ain't scared of u new bootie Bitches
I been in the game Bitch I been in the trenches
I been on the block I stay in the kitchen
I'm not like them so imma stay on the distance listen

Buy what I want ion worry what it cost imma independent Bitch
Imma independent boss u lose me that's another nigga lost
Receive what I want like moss and Kick flava hot sauce

Understand I didn't take a break i had to get low key and bake
Another cake I didn't have time to play around patty cake
I had to eat the shit up like Ana may and make sho my momma straight

I would of chose Love but I chose to get fly
They say they loyal actions always show how much a nigga lie
That's why I keep a look drip drop until I die

Like why Im always talking bout I believe I can fly imma problem

You don't need in yo life I don't believe in yo hype
I got the keys to the mic so u can leave for the night
I buss down every time I write I kill Shit
I hope I don't get life I really live this life

I will not take another L and Promise imma
Cause all u bitches hell I won't stop
Till all these bitches tucking tail merchandise all through the mail
That's money for my nails the rest for the bail
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Writer: Ledeshanae West
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