Lyrics:
show that I'm top in my class with the baddest bitches (wooh)
Ring the alarm 'cause tonight we're getting so lit
They call me The Bread Maker because Rye
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
Yeah
Haha, yeah
Yeah
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma
Handsome but he was overweight
I wanted to be unbiased because
I really liked him
But the only way I could fuck
Him was on top because he
Crushed me i had
Scarlet up like a jukebox for a dreamboat delta queen
Raindroppin' all around
Put up the top you clown
And turn on the Nat King Cole
Off with the rock
Keep it to yourself or let
It serve as a warning
This city is disgusting a corpse of
What it used to be
The people are filthy, gluttonous
Ruled by
fly shit since I was 5 years old
On some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
Keep it to yourself
Or let it serve as a warning
This city is disgusting
A corpse of what it used to be
The people are filthy, gluttonous
Ruled by
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
Burning like a stove top, they love cooking from scratch
I love what the both of you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much
I don't love anything else
who’s the one cutting cheques
You know acid reflux
I had to throw that shit up and then
Straight out the alley way
Flipped the long cheque and ran
Off
market
And you're gonna wish that you did
And retire on the profits
First off
I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And I'm gonna put
know all about that (ayy)
Fresh off the jet to the block
Burning rubber with the top popped (ayy, ayy)
My partner busting shots
I tell 'em, "Stop,
I said I’m ridin with the top down
Now turn me up Lil bih
Mmm
I said I’m ridin with the top
Mmm uh
The top down
Coolest on the block
be the freshest
Time goes by
Tears from the sky
Tears rolling down
Tears they will dry as time goes by
Love takes the sorrow off your heart
Love takes you higher,
Whoo whoooo all aboard last train to Memphis
Well it's the last train to Memphis
Ride the Tennessee Eagle
A lonesome whistle in the night
Echoes off
Riding round town with the top off
You ain't giving top getting dropped off
Wahh yahh ughh
Singing in this bitch I get this gwap
Ughuuhmm
Riding
come on girl
Take it off
Lock the door
Oh no we're never gonna stop
Hey
There's no stopping this
Hey
Better get on top of it
Hey
Don't give a fuck who's
you can’t
Gotta go so hard, shine in the dark cause
Your future’s brighter man
I’ma grind until I reach the top
We stay hungry, no no, we won’t stop
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (up)
Eleven more shots
Came to the door, was the cops
Chain popped off, caught him in his top
Fell to the floor,
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