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Drop The Lo letra


You got my attention, yeah, no stoppin' the show, huh
The best of both worlds, huh, you hot and you cold, yeah
I'm trapped in the booby, bitches is droppin' it low
But if you tryna link and touch where I'm at, I'm droppin' the lo', come here
I'm into you, you know you one of them ones
I had plans to make you mine, I had to plot on the low
Hundreds, you one of them ones, and I just threw all of my ones
You know a nigga the link, well, that's why you not tryna go
Yeah, when it's time to leave, huh, you not tryna go
Yeah, when it's time to leave, you not tryna go
Yeah, I'm makin' you mine, I can't let you go
I had plans to make you mine, I can't let you go

I had plans to make you mine, I had to plot on the low
I had plans to make you mine, I had to make you– uh
I had plans to make you mine, I had to plot on the low
I had plans to make you mine, tell them you're droppin' the lo'

If you tryna link and touch where a nigga at, then I'm droppin' the lo', come here
He callin' your phone, you just said how you don't want him
Yeah, you higher than ten, yeah, then come hop in the Rolls
Baby, come hop in the Rolls, soon as I drop you the lo'
Yeah, touch where I'm at when I drop you the lo'
Just touch where I'm at 'cause I'm droppin' the lo'

Baby, you got my attention, ain't no one stoppin' the show
You my kind of woman, you take me high when I'm low
Yeah, when I'm trapped in the booby, bitches is droppin' it low
And if you tryna link, then text where I'm at, I'm droppin' the lo', girl, come here

I had plans to make you mine, I had to plot on the low
I had plans to make you mine, I had to make you– uh
I had plans to make you mine, I had to plot on the low
I had plans to make you mine, tell them you're droppin' the lo'

When it's time to leave, yeah, you not tryna go
Man, these hoes ain't got nothin' on you, 'specially when you ain't got on no clothes
You spoiled to death, I'm buyin' you diamonds, I'm buyin' you clothes
Vintage Chanels and Kellys, you can't decide? Well, I'm buyin' 'em both
Yeah, you bad as Aaliyah, I'm rockin' the boat
Yeah, you baddest, top of the list, but ain't no one toppin' your soul

Bryson Tiller - Letras

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