Fredo Bang and Treety - Drop It Low

(What up B Real?)
(BlaqNmilD, you a genius you diggin' B)
(Hardbody)

Baby, tell me what your name is
Ooh, I like the way you dance on it
Tell me where you from, love
'Cause I ain't never seen that ass around town
You don't go out much
'Cause your job always holdin' you down
But it keeps the bills paid
So you always clock in on time
You done got your heart broken, baby, way too many times to count
You try to stay loyal but your nigga always stressing you out
When you should be mine in the first place, fine and you curvy
Droppin' dick in you from the night 'til it's early
Mmm, look in my eyes, you got me thirsty
Take out that lace, I like 'em nappy head and curly
Mmm, mmm, mmm, throw it back, you can't hurt me
Ooh, I love the way you work it
Yeah, I give you time if you're worth it
All I need you to do for me right now is

Drop it low (drop it, get low)
Baby, drop it low (drop-drop-drop it, get low)
Won't you drop it low
Baby, drop it low

Drop it low, touch your toes
Love it when we makin' love but fuck me like a ho
Okay, drop it low, baby, keep it on the low
I got a nigga at the house but I'm 'bout to let him go
He tell me drop it low, do I love you, baby? No
If you see me with a nigga, then that nigga's just for show
And my last nigga played, had to storm it like a ho
From the AM to the PM we gon' keep it on the low
Keep them hoes out my mix, so we could never let them know
Tell me how you like it, nigga, want it fast or want it slow?
He keep hollerin' out my government, I had to let him no
Treety in this bitch for real, for you bitches that don't know

Drop it low (drop it, get low)
Baby, drop it low (drop-drop-drop it, get low)
Won't you drop it low
Baby, drop it low

Written by:
Adam Pigott, Fredrick Givens II, Jackie Plant Jr., Marlon Clark

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