Droppin Jewels

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Droppin Jewels by Young Thug

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Droppin Jewels Lyrics

[00:01.35] (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
[00:08.04] Ain't no more reminiscin'
[00:09.95] Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
[00:13.44] (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
[00:18.80] I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
[00:21.26] I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
[00:24.47] Drop a body, and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
[00:27.31] I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
[00:30.48] I done got big, they record my life through a drone
[00:33.26] I told my bitch to stand behind me, I'm in my zone
[00:36.41] She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?"
[00:39.23] Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
[00:42.21] You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
[00:45.17] Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go
[00:48.39] Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
[00:51.19] You gotta go through this shit with your heart, you can't snooze on it
[00:54.29] It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
[00:56.72] I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie
[00:59.53] Huh, if you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em
[01:03.18] If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
[01:05.75] I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
[01:08.24] I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
[01:11.20] I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body
[01:14.09] His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
[01:17.03] I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
[01:20.08] I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
[01:23.05] I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
[01:26.02] And my cars and clothes exotic
[01:27.61] I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
[01:30.72] I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me
[01:33.49] Got this shit on fire like Takis, nigga, woah, woah
[01:37.27] (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
[01:43.95] Ain't no more reminiscin'
[01:45.84] Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
[01:49.31] (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
[01:54.95] I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
[01:57.30] I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
[02:00.38] Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls Royce
[02:03.06] TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus
[02:06.18] Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
[02:09.34] I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
[02:12.08] Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
[02:14.52] Couple millions to my mama and my pa
[02:17.55] Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
[02:20.76] I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar
[02:24.01] Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
[02:26.76] We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam
[02:29.75] I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
[02:32.83] I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
[02:35.58] Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
[02:38.65] Got that T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
[02:41.49] I got the sheets wet
[02:42.82] Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from B-X
[02:45.84] Then I fold her up like a crown, yeah
[02:48.48] It was dark, then I came to the light
[02:51.25] I was poor, and now my dawg suicide
[02:54.13] I don't know how to make it right, right
[02:57.23] Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
[03:00.28] I don't care about you leavin' me
[03:02.45] I got no time to try to make it right
[03:06.35] I just hope you find another life
[03:09.17] I'll pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
[03:13.22] (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
[03:19.91] Ain't no more reminiscin'
[03:21.71] Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
[03:25.34] (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
[03:30.96] I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
[03:33.12] I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling
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From the album: Punk