Lyrics:
tell it by the odor,
I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa,
So if you ridin' slngin' tricks I suggest a coma,
Them pussy niggas
tell it by the odor, I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin slngin tricks I suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead
the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
that's Covergirl
Trying to get shorty back that's in another world
That's in another world
All on your skin the lipstick of another girl
She do the Mac
neutral, now he gang bang, look how time fly by
I got his OG sittin' there cryin', she like "God, why?"
I put thirteen hollows in his mind
Just when he
Master P:
'73 Caddie with the top dropped
Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot
Who he was?
I couldn't see
But I knew one day that
the pork chop
We'll be sittin' on top of the world in a minute
In a minute
Had a few losses for sure, but we're winnin'
We're winnin'
They wanna see us in
your love for the
One and only!"
Hey yo, the world gon' show me some love, listen
And I'm not talkin' 'bout the fakes hugs and kissin'
Fifteen
they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime
They dying cause we street, keep heat, and keep firing
y'all know, top of the world's my motto
thangs, 'cause once the world was
bringin' me down.
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side,
and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .
Wish:
. .
(sittin on top of the world)
An I'm feelin (so high)
Touch the ceiling (the sky)
You say I smile cause I'm on top of the pie
But yo, the cream can only
to the street top
I stay heated in case a
Bitch nigga wanna get greeted
By the South Klique with
AK's creepin my city
Ain't no need for no conversation
Why you
I been sittin' on that thought for a minute, now I got time for a minute
I'm never poppin' no shit
I focus most on my craft, I stay on top of my
it by now, if you were still around
Cause it ain’t worth the work we put in it
But it’s still sittin’ in mama’s house
And every once in a while, I
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
Im making millions for the team so doing shows
every night sittin here so cold now Im on top like
a movie star playing a part of a man being torn apart
Sky is the limit
And I won't stop until I touch the top
And I won't stop till I reach the top
I'm thinkin' back on all the old days, so easy
super sport
Pumped on the black tops in the cut
Ballin' out, holding that smoke in
As the world go round, prices go up
As the tips go down, they duplicate
Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch
It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit
kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he
Yea yea yea
Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks
I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit
iPhones, mac book, android, sony
I done sold all
a collar to ya
Church
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
Pimps that take
look for the seal that's real
Top Dog, lookin' up to say what is this
Kid Rock serious and I mean business
Ascending up and up I keep boosting
my bitch a choosy lover
Never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets
Like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor
Top notch
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