Pants Tight Drop Down He’s a Goner Lyrics

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Pants Tight Drop Down He’s a Goner Lyrics is sung by PLUTO. Hide Your Man or We Gone F Him on His Back Lyrics is written by PLUTO. We on the way we we in a scat lyrics

Song Credits

Song NamePull Yo Skirt Up
SingerPLUTO
AlbumBOTH WAYS
SongwriterPLUTO
LabelPLUTO

Pants Tight Drop Down He’s a Goner Lyrics

It’s Big P, yeah (I been Big PLUTO to you bitch-ass niggas)
And this time, you can keep your man ’cause I don’t want him
(We been havin’ somethin’ to say)
These y’all niggas, what the helly?

These niggas really gay, they’d rather hang around the bros
These ATL niggas, yeah, they really hate they ho
You a sassy-ass nigga, caught you slidin’ down the door
Cryin’ like he Big Mama, pussy, put it on the floor
Pull your skirt up, lil’ nigga, you’s a ho (You’s a ho)
Pull your skirt up, lil’ nigga, you’s a bitch (Oh, you’s a bitch)
She want him back, gave him to her, now she sick (Aha)
And we ain’t fuckin’ on these niggas, we gettin’ rich (We want a bag)

Pants tight, drop down, he’s a goner (He’s a goner)
Fake rich on the ‘Gram, we don’t want him (No way)
A lil’ bro to the gang, store runner (Nasty boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (Haha, gay)

Steady postin’ money, but he need twenty on the App (Just to ball)
Never fuckin’ with a nigga who gon’ go and run his mouth (No way)
These niggas broke, no need to joke, better not catch you tryna laugh (Brokie)
His wallet fat, but tryna fuck, these niggas sad and that’s no cap (I’m talkin’ ’bout ugh)

Pants tight, drop down, he’s a goner (He’s a goner)
Fake rich on the ‘Gram, we don’t want him (No way)
A lil’ bro to the gang, store runner (Nasty boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (Haha, gay)

Big P to a scram, I’m the biggest (I’m the biggest)
And I ain’t fuckin’ with no shrimp, I want the biggest (I want the biggest)
I love a nigga I can call when I’m litty (When I’m litty)
Black truck, I’m with your dude, we in the city
We on the West, lil’ ho, where you at? (Ho, where you at?)
Ho, beat them feet, we on the way, we in the Scat (Skrrt)
And we ain’t beefin’ ’bout no nigga, we want them racks (We want the paper)
Hide your man or we gon’ fuck him on his deck (I’m talkin’ ’bout raw)

Pants tight, drop down, he’s a goner (He’s a goner)
Fake rich on the ‘Gram, we don’t want him (No way)
A lil’ bro to the gang, store runner (Nasty boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (Haha, gay)

Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop

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