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Paroles Young Dro - F.D.B Lyrics ( + Video Clip )
Young Dro Take Off Lyrics

Young Dro - Presidential lyrics
Young Dro - Shoulder Lean lyrics
Young Dro - We Lied lyrics



Young Dro - We Lied lyrics
Ay, ay who dis is
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who we talkin' bout
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who dis is
My girlfriend
Who dat is
My girlfriend
Ay, ay who it is
My girlfriend
Ay ay, check this out

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

Little melt
how could I do this to myself
I lied to her
and plus I lied to myself
Nothing's left
The relationship done lost its breath
It stopped breathing
it died last season
I think about you leaving
cuz you a sexy little creature
Thought I was lying
when I said I ain't fuck Alicia
And I don't wanna hear what Mika said
and fuck Keisha
I betcha they'll fuck me
all you gotta do is leave us
Make you out a believer
we some grown ass people
Dem bitches get on my nerves
that's why I be smokin' reefer
First we start arguing
then I open up my ether
When I open up my ether
the shit gets deeper
At first you start throwin shit
then you start bowin shit
Running round hollerin'
tryin' guess bout who I'm hoein' wit
You know who I'm goin' wit
I be there when you doin it
I done hit the do' no latter than one in the morning

[Hook]
Man
it's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
it was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
well gone then
If we don't get along
why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

Look man this shit killing me
I'm reacting like Willie B.
Beatin on my chest
Y'all niggaz ain't feeling me
Cards you dealing me
I'm like
What the fuck is you givin' me
We both got injuries
now we play religiously
Same hoes hatin' on us
numbers they be slipping me
You rippin me
you temptin me
you thought that you was clippin' me?
I knew you got them stacks when you took em
I knowed instantly
Left the shit for you to go shopping
to get some Bemanes
You acting like a enemy
Why the fuck is you hittin' me?
Hoes tellin' lies to you
Why aren't you defending me?
Now I'm finna cheat
now I'm finna creep
Now I'm finna have different women in my V
Why
She lied on me
Why
Fly homie
Fuck working it out
I'm finna go and ride homie
Now I'm sleeping here
creeping here
bout to spend a week here
Guess who I'm fuckin' round with
that bitch Keisha, yeah

[Hook]
Man
it's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
it was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
well gone then
If we don't get along
why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied

I'm fuckin' round wit Keisha
ain't no passion though our mansion gold
Rock, Rap, Classical
Benz color pistachio
They love me I'm more into V
Game international
Me and Nick go 26
great grand national
I love her
I ain't said shit
I don't know who to share it with
I'm talkin' bout my girl
this who I be breakin' bread with
Dread shit
selling dro
she never let the feds know
This house I'm in used to be full of love
but where it go
Man I wanna let it go
I love you cuz I said so
I cheated and regret it though
I let my cousin Tres know
Told me get a thousand roses
plus seven more
We would never hurt one other
that's what we said though
We lied gone and say it, folk
We miss each other extra though
But guess what I can't get out my head
guess what we said, folk

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
Ay, we lied

[Hook]
Man
it's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning
it was strong then
Now you talkin' bout you don't want me
well gone then
If we don't get along
why we talkin' on the phone then
First I walked out
now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together
why the fuck am I alone then?

[Chorus]
I said I weren't gon never hurt you
You said you ain't gon never hurt me
We lied



Young Dro - Presidential lyrics

[Baby:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too
He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold

[Baby:]
Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ:]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby:]
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ:]
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch)

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo)
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold

[Baby:]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
[TQ:]
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
[Baby:]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes
[TQ:]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
[Baby:]
Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
[TQ:]
I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit

[Chrous: Jazze Pha]

[Baby:]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ:]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro
Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
[Baby:]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits
[TQ:]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money makin, see ya marra
And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Chorus: Jazze pha]

Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
For this game nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for life nigga
My whole crew shinnin nigga
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin
See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk
I'm a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker



Shoulder Lean 

Featuring T.I.

[Chorus: T.I. - 2X]
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean, let your shoulder lean
just let your shoulder lean

[Verse 1]
Dro...I'm clean in this bitch
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch
Nigga buck..carbon 15 in this bitch
This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean 6
I take breath, the opposite of Primatine Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 scream "flip"
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
with Lucky Charms down and man but nah it ain't Flip
K bounce..ok then I let my shoulder lean
and I bet my car charge, and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, Brown Rover look like pok n bean
erybody know me in the club cuz they smokin' me..Dro
Hoes scopin' me, ice come from Bo Bareeton
hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black, and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion
put them lights off in my rims, now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like cra-yon, hoes know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean...ionno how to dance thooooo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
First I let my wheels spin, then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
And then I pimp a hoe, take a bitch to Berlin
bitch break niggaz, after that we fuck they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Bent', cockin' hammer, Arm & Hammer propaganda
bitches think I'm pimpin' and leanin' in salamander sandels
Dirty South hot cuz Atlanta.. show niggaz with ammo
we ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Throw me the donkey, bitch I ride glaze on the haze
gator green Chevy, gator gut, alligator J's

[Chorus]
[8X]
Lean, lean
Get ya shoulder shawty
[Chorus] 

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