Top (feat. Damien Vice & G-Rated)
Spice God
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Ooh F*ck this shit goes hard as hell Ay, yeah Pull up on opp (opp) Diamonds up on me they hop (Just like a bunny) Just like a bunny, I'm gettin money I'm going straight to the top (top) Sippin on wop (wop) That bitch be givin' me top (Sloppy) This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money I'm goin' straight to the top Top top top top top top top top Top top top top top top top top (top top top top top) Top top top top top top top This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money (money, money) I'm goin' straight to the top (yeah) She gone stroke me like a guitar She gone sit down like a sitar She gone sit down where my shit hard Might pull off in a fast car (errr) Pull up no chrome (ay) Hit you when your folks home (bah) I pull all night all night all night all night hit you with the rozo (yessir) Ay, Frozone on my wrist Frozone on my bitch Cold front on my fist gets wet like fish (splash) I be flooding though (yuh) I be stacking money I be grinding ho I'm a count it up I'm a get some more (get some more) Get some more Might pour up a four who know I'm a dog but don't call me Toto Oh no oh no (oh no) Pull up on opp (opp) Diamonds up on me they hop (Just like a bunny) Just like a bunny, I'm gettin money I'm going straight to the top (top) Sippin on wop (wop) That bitch be givin' me top (Sloppy) This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money I'm goin' straight to the top Top top top top top top top top Top top top top top top top top (top top top top top) Top top top top top top top This shit ain't funny, I'm gettin money (money, money) I'm goin' straight to the top (yeah) Ay Spice, let me get in on this Let me get on top of this Up in the metropolis Ominous beat But Imma gonna go and give heat Pullin shit out my top hat I don't cop cats Imma a canine K, fine Have fun in the salt mines I assault rhymes I don't even need a colt 9 Uncultured swine But I flu like 2009 In due time I spew dimes Bunch of Simps to a Frank Grimes Bunch of plants, but who really has the power Put the pedal to the metal, f*ck flowers Elevating up towers You can stare up, nice view that you got Enjoy the bottom of my muffin top Obese? Oh please Don't come at me I've mastered peace SG, every beat is a masterpiece My bars don't need Taffer, please Rescue police for yousa need You ain't do the deed You rent A-P-T's Now that's A-P-T I see, they scene so fake Let that set in, heading straight to the top Makin' a lo Hey can I call you back later Mom's calling
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