Drop Top Heaven - Grim, Baby Bash & SPM

Drop Top Heaven Lyrics

Say What! Say What!
(uhh uhh)
Say What! Say What!
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Say Who!? Say Who!?
(Sideways)
What the deal is Playa? What the deal is?
What the deal is mama? What the deal is?
What the deal is chica? What the deal is?
What the deal is partna? What the deal is?
(Baby Bash)
Baby Bash, put me first class, now i’m pacific to be specific that’s the ticket in the Bay I wouldn’t miss it

Advise you! Rollin Without a roof. Pushin’ bulletproof incase the busta decide to shoot, don’t doubt it fool!
Headed to the Lake,Golden Gate, with a cali plate, Dipped on the Alize, Kicked in the Valley Hey! Creeped to Big Daddy? wait! My Caddy made dream, Keepin the heater cause them haters don’t play clean
Let me Lean! From Left to Right! Homies Left to Decide. Deep Cycle Clean, keep them switches Electrified, Kickin Dough, pimpin hoes, Playas leave subliminal, Still believe in Miracles
What the deal is Playa? What the deal is?
What the deal is mama? What the deal is?
What the deal is chica? What the deal is?
What the deal is partna? What the deal is?
Drop Top, Blow Your Brains
Hit the Inner Section and Do some thangs
Make a little Money Boo! Come to Change.
Drop Top Heaven
(2X)
(South Park Mexican)
She a Drop Top Heaven, Cognac Eleven, Women Love when i bang John Lennon. Homie wait a minute only say it how you livin. Take a Ride on 3 wheels cause im turning up my Pivot.
Gotta Take it how i make it, when i exchange digits. Baby i aint trippin i want all you bitches. A Breath of Fresh Air. Thank god Im a prayer. People ask me what my race is, i tell em’ its playa!
The Day of the chosen SHOWIN TRUE LOVE, BRAND NEW TRUCKS, BLOWIN’ QUEEN AND BLUE BUD. Only roll with the realest, creepin with my niggas.
Rollin down the freeway like 4 Three wheelers
What the deal is Playa? What the deal is?
What the deal is mama? What the deal is?
What the deal is chica? What the deal is?
What the deal is partna? What the deal is?
Drop Top, Blow Your Brains
Hit the Inner Section and Do some thangs
Make a little Money Boo! Come to Change.
Drop Top Heaven
(2X)
(Grimm)
We Drop the Top on them 20’s Baby Boy, Fasho! The Weather’s 80 degrees the Gang’s 40 below
So Called “Pussy Dodo” the only thing we blow, And the breezing looks straight from a TV Show
The Mac Mecha, Stack Cheddar, Here come the bubble. Award goin on in my trunk, ya hit the bubble
Aint no set trippin. Everybody lookin for the love of my playa, Zip a bub, Rest In Peace!
Ya Boy Beesh and the SPM, Graduated from an ounce to a kilogram! Ask them about the bubbles. We Dont Give No Damn!
Boutta Drop 6 twos off a rich old man
What the deal is Playa? What the deal is?
What the deal is mama? What the deal is?
What the deal is chica? What the deal is?
What the deal is partna? What the deal is?
Drop Top, Blow Your Brains
Hit the Inner Section and Do some thangs
Make a little Money Boo! Come to Change.
Drop Top Heaven
(Last one 4X)
Lyrics Submitted by Otto Diaz from NELA