Lyrics:
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Ayy, ayy
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death
Puns in my artillery, gunning all my enemies
What the fuck you telling me?
Chlorophyll and celery?
How the fuck you making green by going out and selling
!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
brought up?
I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
They ripped everyone off at the top rank, babe
If you could ever get into their suite
Avenue, Tombola and Social
We just drove right on by
We was on our
the ones that we all know by name
But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport
Oh
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, you's
broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin'
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
I'm done
1-51, tie cherries in a knot wit her tongue
Work the poll like Dominique Dawes, without drawers
Applause, brakin' niggas like laws
We
ma so I don't give a shit bout morals
Woo baby, let me get up in that floral
Getting tipsy off a little bit of 151
Jack D, Jose or that Malibu Rum
fear this holler swallow me
She ran off to Gettysburg
Went off with that new beau of hers
I snuck off after dark
It's a long way down the county road
Get off my ladder, woman
I got to climb up to the top
Get off my ladder, woman
There is nothin that can make me stop
Get out the way, woman
I got
the Coliseum
You're the top! Oh, baby,
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss!
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
tell the truth
Mix it up with some gin and lemonade and act a fool
Tops off of the bottles and the models in the pool
If you can't understand me I
my soul
With the dope there's no girl
I'm on a one way box to the top
I'm hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block
I'm in
Trip on spaceship
Trip on spaceship
Trip on space ship
Trip on spaceship
Sitting on top of the world
Watching the stars
Go by
I got my
plays they can't bench me
Balling on these niggas like a men's league
Boy don't start no shit with us, we make ends meet
Rihanna, everybody off the Fenty
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
When the sun goes down in Nashville
Go out that Memphis highway
Between Centerville and Dickson on the
Gravel roads and byways
They'll be running off
Yea yea yea yea
Maxant in this bitch piped up
Let's rock
Ima keep on climbing to the top
Ima keep on grinding to the top
I might meet yo bitch
Get off my ladder, woman
I got to climb up to the top
Get off my ladder, woman
There is nothin that can make me stop
Get out the way, woman
I got
Threw Hard Times
To The Haters Heres A Comment
Get Off My Hard Drive
[Hook:]
Beyonce Put Me On Yo Top 8
Ciara Put Me On Yo Top 8
Keyshia Cole Put Me
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