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Wristwatch keep a G on top/
Hot talk make the heat go pop//
I'm just making money why is you mad?/
Spending old money making new cash/
They like, K, why you do

like
"Pop a perc
I'm on top the earth
I'm so high right now
Imma rap about doing drugs and I'm serving time right now
Imma cap and rap about how I want

got opinions, I say ”So what?”
Give it all that you got, I could barely give a fuck
I'm the first there was, last that will ever be
Lasting impression,

want
Make me think that it's all about the profit
Praying that the music pay off that I'm dropping
Dee told me to keep dropping Ima top it
My last sh*t

a big setup (Th-th-then a letdown!)
That's why tonight you gotta pop the collar up (Th-th-then getdown!)
Yeah, sure, I'm hanging by a dumpster with

(SHAKE YA BODY)
LET THE MUSIC MAKE YA LOOSE CONTROL
LET ME SHAKE YA BODY - LET ME SHAKE YA BODY
I WANNA SEE YA WHEN YOU OVERLOAD
(OR: I WANNA SEE YA

I'll show the world, and more particularly
Those dim-witted, no talent studio execs
That I I'll prove that I'm the
Greatest soundman of all time!

Fam come just to see me play
Gamers Xbox me all day
Paparazzi's pop my shot
I stay on block at the black tops
I don't apologize for being what the Lord

nigga 
Bad bitches walking around with no top nigga

Now she down on the floor 
Freestyle onna pole 
Hoe after hoe, and they all on go 
Pop that pussy let

for the sunset
All is searching for the summit
Leading to the dawn of promise
You can do it if you really want it, believe it
A lot of pressure

views like I’m power line
I gotta pay attention
Be observant and peep all the signs
I be paying attention
Yea you know I see the dollar signs
Music in my

Young nigga 
Get ya racks up 
You fall down 
Get back up 
Let me know you ain't playing 
They going have to call 
Back up 
I'm by myself wit it 
But

Whoever want beef
Wet up
Surf and turf them
Never with the drama
But I'm never on some hoe shit
Poke them
Unlock the Glock and pop a shot
And fold them
Show

like we 'gon build us a camp
My hand to the pad this shit is a wrap like an arm in a cast, whoa
No limit, I spoke to existence all of things that I

riding by
More bottles let's drink em up
All these women wanna get it up
And see all these people wanna get to touch
I've been holding on I just want

journey and we wanna go far
Feel the music all around me, even in my heart
And I like your style, you're the cat's meow
You're the coolest ghoul around

I burned at the stake
That low-down, dirty liar 
That goes by the name of They

I... If you're still with us out there
We here at the top
Would like

excellent
All my boys been ku That's excellent
If it's jay that they want that's excellent
You better pray it ain't shots

Bruck it back, bru bruck it back,

mission to destroy yours 
Full circuit driven, I want it all
The power of the world in my hands 
The spoils and fans
Winning from popping demand 
Like fuck

my the liver
We deep in the sprinter get hit through the mirror
2 automatics is up in the attic
Starring and grilling you don't want no static
Word

pushing so hard what I want to be in my destiny
Put two slices of cheddar cheese on top
wrap it up with other rappers, that's ma meal!
That's your meal! How

Watching You

Rogue Traders

Here Come the Drums

2005

gotta be
I see you watching me watching you
And now you see just where you gotta be

Take me downtown
'Cause baby wants to rock
I need a little edge

He wakes up in the garage
On top of a car
That he lost its keys at a park somehow
Wonder the clocks all wrong
He sings her songs
In the flat where he

all in my face
Flavored grape
Boy I'm not surprised
You been talking shit
Yeah I heard
Now you wanna lie
I don't think you're ready for this state