Lyrics:
nothin' but heartache by the pound
Get off the ladder, woman; I've got to climb up to the top
Get off the ladder, woman; I've got to climb up
in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My
and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling sea, ha
Don't play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking,
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
Fuck love, I don't need to give you my heart, though I'm bleedin'
And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on, neither
I'm super
It feels like I've spent a lifetime here alone
Since we ended our times been movin' slow
I heard 'em say it takes twice as long
To forget someone,
Get out my life heartaches, nothing but heartaches by the pound
Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the top
I said, "Get off my ladder
Get out my life heartaches, nothing but heartaches by the pound
Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the top
I said, "Get off my ladder
it movin'
Yo!
You don't like how I'm livin' well fuck you
Nostradamus style, make every line come true
Don't make me spit, predict your last
Umph umm, Jordan
Oozin, Bitch I'm oozin and shit
Bitch I'm oozin that swag and that juice yeah
Oozin, Girls losin they shit
The way she movin that
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
the cold
Shawty said that I'm a sight
She's a liar I know that I'm a fright
I'm movin' higher, I don't fear no heights
I'm your desire, I'm your best
By myself, chillin by myself Yea
By myself, I don’t need no help yea
By myself, I say fuck err body else yea
On my grind, got me feeling like top
on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don
(Coolin', movin' smokin' my Jamaican-)
(Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, gas out the mother-)
(Gas out the motherfuckin' whip, whip, whip)
(Gas out
of you niggas be movin' like me
When I shoot, I don't miss like Kray
At the top of the key in my pockets
I got hella green
Real motion gang, you know we be
me more
Baby you can start on top or on floors
You know I like it when you get into it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel a rush, feel my
the muthafuckin vibe
Hands up in the sky summer smash yo I'm flying by
Drop top with the skyline movin'
You know that I'm there
My money my mind my music
You know
on top of the world.
Keepin' me on top, I'm lookin' out
just to see what everything is all about.
Cuz I know where it is, just don't know
exactly what it
to get in between y'all two,
But you gonna move, move this way
I'm so confused
I don't know what to do (gonna be aight, gonna be aight)
But I gotta
of the nation once again
So don't wait for me my friend
I'm just wasting time again
So day by day, I will move on
Can't stop now, it's been too long
Day
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout
[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these
She got a backup plan, I cannot keep her
Bitch, we can't kick it like some fuckin' sneakers
Want some bands, my shit gettin' cheaper
They movin' weight,
off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked
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