Lyrics:
Eyes to the sky, gettin' topped wit no top
It's 9:45 the movie start at 10 'o clock
We gettin' it in, inside the parkin' lot
It's like this, fuck the AC
And topped by a black leather vest
Somebody asked how he came by his name
And if he was one of the best.
The eyes of the tall stranger narrowed
He grinned
And the whole thing's topped with a bow
WITCHES
A bow?
But why?
How ugly
What's in it?
What's in it?
JACK
That's the point of the thing, not to know
CLOWN
It's
about the boy!
(The typists break into defiant tap, topped by MISS FLANNERY in a tap solo.)
Shout hooray and halleluh!
Now that me and mister wrong are
Mansion flying with the top off
And I'm getting topped off
I'm about my chicken bitch
And I spit that hot sauce
Mustard yellow Breitling, tell 'em catch up
weight, got plenty
Him, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah
Top off, gettin' topped off in the city
Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy
Pop off and I
With records being topped
Your girl will go on a bender
Giving me blowjob after blowjob
Like she's missed her dose of zoloft
Catch me scribblin damn
yeah, yeah
Topped me and beggin' me: ''please
Give me choo-choo'', yeah, yeah
Shawty got down on her knees
Slurped me like noodles, uh, uh
Choppin'
And to top it off, she topped me off
Niggas trynna front on my swag, knock it off
Put the strap to the back of
Your knot and knock it off
Homicide they have
until John
Popped up with I Feel Fine these
Three were Eight Days A Week, no Reply and
I'm A Loser each would
Have topped the charts
But as it is they are
bottles
I pulled up and I drop topped, and my bad bitch just popped out
And like Alakazam
This shit way out of my hands (hands)
And I'm with black card
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my
home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
She just topped me down that shit was deep
Now
home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
She just topped me down that shit was deep
Now
clean walky
I'm in the Gucci flipflops getting topped by a free thotty
Why would I bend back?
Og, OD I kept it G 'bout it
Why would I buy a piece when
Yeah, I'm so hot and I can't be topped
Artists drop down like Michael Jackson socks
Got the game locked, make your body rock
If Missy ain't on it
of muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he
Are there locks?
Is it filled with a pox? A pox, how delightful, a pox
If you please just a box with bright colored paper
And the whole thing's topped
trace left is their bodies bein' chalked out
Then it's time to bring the drops out
Woman face down, you can say I'm gettin' topped out
Def Jam, should
He topped the charts
These are the songs
[Chorus]
These are my heart songs
They never feel wrong
And when I wake
For goodness sake
These are
the frame once twice
I'm dumb nice, I bring my worst lyrics to a gunfight
The top notch, nah fuck that, that notch's topped
I'm off the meter, I make
getting topped off in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
a shattered glass in an acid bath
I felt like one of those flattened ants you find on a crazy path
I'd of topped myself to give you time you don't need to ask
Slimeball, that's the word (Slime)
Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
I got shooters totin' their Glock, it's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that
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