Lyrics:
could took a try
And kiss that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga
Head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong Nigga
[T.L.T
the steak strip and mixed it with the lobster
Sipping Dom Perignon with the fettucine pasta
You aint never seen a hundred bands I can tell by your posture
You
the wizard of the oz
Got them other bitches hattin' talkin' like flies
Say it, then she go fed
And she taste up from her toes to her head
Take her out
Osso, osso
Litty Litty, we so fuckin' lit, yeah
We be, we be, also also
Litty Litty, we so fuckin' lit, yeah
We head to the top, we the shit with our
The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics
there tonight
I'm inside your mind, running a finger by your thigh
But that's okay girl, I'm still in your dream world
So lay your head back, and let me
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
ratio
All I want is fellatio (That's head)
Hoe sit down, masio
Top 5 and I'm not dead
Drop head in this drop head
I ain't pimping, bih excuse me
as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my
pipe exhaust you hear the vroom from the back
It got 160 on the dash but it top out way over that
If she tell me her man at home well then her car is
one, they fallin' from the top
Round and round they go
Round and round they go
Look, I say a prayer for my enemies
They cannot slow down what's
ups and kicks the bucket
Just like old man mose
When you get no kicks from loving
And you blow your top instead
It's a fact that you ain't living
Jack,
VVS, they swing from my necklace
Drip head to toe, designer I be dressing
All I want is cash can't seem to learn my lesson
Niggas acting funny and that's
diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon' stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for mindin' mine
I find these college chicks for top
and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin
To my knowledge the father never taught frontin
Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard
But you're dissed by
I'm all about my tip
Can I fuck you in this whip?
Can I call you my lil' bitch?
Get to squeezin' on your hips?
You got ass, can you strip? You got a man
and bare bones
Tip toeing in my shell toes
To the avenue of Melrose where Mel rose
I could see her there with her hair low
Whisper in my ear lobe listening
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I'ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I'm bashing
No knowledge
On your cheeks, and by the tips of the white waves from which direction they're rolling
To do this, he gave me an exercise
He told me to close my eyes,
I vote
I’m the GOAT
I’m the GOAT
I’m coming in tougher and stronger, keep on doubting me from my head to my toes
Stacking a check, we coming for
some more
Love you from the top 'til the tip your toes
Hoe
Open bar so I like to act like all the drinks are on me
Next time, keep your ass rounder that
got a shooter I know he gon' shoot it
Try fuckin' with us then he out of it
We slide down your block with a tommy clip
Straight coming from nothing
what can you do
Imma live like I'll never die
Imma be forever fly
Cus' I'm all dripped out from my toes to my head
One last pic before the day is done
and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore niggas pop
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