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Drop Lyrics by Furkan

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(Verse 1)
~it’s the kid from the midwest, your chick wanna lick and ingest
Cuz i rip shit dip shit you just shit to say this shit in its simplest
I’m index finger, you the other one that’s sitting next to it
Motherfucker, i’m the expert, you just the experiment
I’m celibate, cuz i cannot be fucked with you suckers “Can’t Touch This”
Even if you busters are drunks that love to get Hammered, MC
I’m nice spittin that ICE, chewing Dentyne
Two letters describe my haters, cuz all they do is NV (envy)
Bitch please, doing things you won’t believe, Ripley’s
You can get fucked if you still hatin’ on me, quickies
Ha, but i’m raw so no protection
Hard no erection, my bars so complex-ion is still yellow
My fellow asians, i’m reppin’
Stereotypically smart, i’m here to teach a lesson
Take a seat and peep the session, grab the beat and hear percussions
And make a banger motherfucker Smith & Wesson
Indigestion, haters just swallow your pride
Or throw some Pepto down ya throat, allow it to ride
Cuz i am outta this world like them Apollo guys
And you a sorry motherfucker, apologize!

(Verse 2)
~ha, it’s k.i.d but ain't nobody even sonnin’ me
I’m gonna be, the hottest thing that your girlfriend loves to see
I’m asian and I rap but i ain't “him” so don’t bother me
Unless you like sipping Gin (Jin), then go ahead and swallow me
Alcoholics anonymous, go ahead and ponder this
I poke your Pocahontas and now she call me John Smith
I let her see my johnson, now all she eats is sausage
That may be why you squares bent outta shape, you rhombus
I’m a mothafuckin monster, you an impostor
Invading my casa, you gon’ meet my roster
And when you meet my roster, you gon’ need a doctor
Cuz if you raw, our bars’ll cook you, then we eating pasta
Hasta la vista, she probably gon’ leave ya
I Comfort your girl’s Southern, i am So Co (cold – Cole), Keisha
When i’m leaking ether man your speakers probably seizure
Cuz my moves making movies like what’s featured in your theaters
Surround sound around town, they talkin’ bout the kiddo
Center of attention but i ain't the Malcom in the middle
You call yourself an ICON, to yourself you might’ve been
But to me you are garbage so i drag you to “Recycle Bin”
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About “Drop” by Furkan

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