J.Q.C - drop and give me.

Yo, I'm outside
I-I'm, fuck
Don't even worry about that
I-I'm telling you I got you
Just open up the door
I'm outside
I'm outside
J-Just open
Wait till you see what I got in store (Yea yea)
Promise baby girl when it rains, it pours
Chanel, Birkins that designer she don't want that shit
Well since she don't want it, cop all that shit (Taaa)
For my baby (Yea)
Yeah lately (Yea)
I dive in that sweet walls, nigga no safety (Ok)
Grab the steering wheel and drive a nigga crazy
Ask for sixty minutes, she drop and give me eighty daily
There's a love-hate relationship
No Busta but I love my bitch (Yea)
Sorry for my naughty mouth
We go at it then I see what naughty bout
Yeah
I love a bad bitch that's classy
You know I wanna
Do anything as long as we could see each other (Yea)
Feel each other (Uh)
Girl, I wanna meet your mother
Thank her for her daughter cuz she like no other
She a vet in the game
Know my tendencies from the bed to frame (Feel me)
She recognize all a nigga stress and his pain
Love when she vents, yeah a nigga don't complain
Cuz her voice keep me sane (Haa)
No cap, boy I love her (Boy I love her)
And her brother man I treat him like my brother (Man I treat him like my family)
Shawty hotter than the summer (Yeaaa)
Girl peep the words I utter cuz
Wait till you see what I got in store (Yea yea)
Promise baby girl when it rains, it pours
Chanel, Birkins that designer she don't want that shit
Well since she don't want it, cop all that shit (Taaa)
For my baby (Yea)
Yeah lately (Yea)
I dive in that sweet walls, nigga no safety (Ok)
Grab the steering wheel and drive a nigga crazy
Ask for sixty minutes, she drop and give me eighty daily

Written by:
Jaukeel Carvan

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