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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLil Top
(Khris James, what the fuck?Goddamn, VJ with another one)Let's goAyy, turn me up, Big ZoWe finna step up, yeah(Mmh, that Lil Top) Lil Top, Lil Top, yeahI'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeahI'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeahI don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' niggaI cut off my day ones for the win (Win)I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (Skrrt)Up, got plenty racks, I keep that strap with one cocked inNot even close with family, why the fuck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' nigga) Let's goFuck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (Alright)A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rentI'm only twenty, can't nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime)Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, lookPistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeahJust send my million through an invoice (Let's go, let's go)I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeahJust like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (Can't keep a ho) , let's goLost my brothers, I ain't friendly, nigga (Friendly, nigga)I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (Oh)Straight up out the mud, we from the trenches, niggaThe realest ones had the hardest way of livin' (Talk to 'em)But who want smoke? I drop them bags, I'm quick to send it, pussy niggaWhip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats and some benjis, broke ass niggaFuck their opinion, it don't help out how I'm livin' (Yeah)Let's fight with millions, fuck whoever think I'm trippin', and yeahI pull up black, and I see trouble, cock one in it, yeah (I cock one in it)I'm full of Xanax, all my brothers rollin' with me, yeah (They rollin' with me)I'm up and focused, probably blow if you come near me playin'Got all my pockets filled with hundreds, doin' the murder man (Let's go)The biggest boss, ride through the North, I keep my gun in hand (Gun in hand)I don't wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds danceR. I. P. Dump, everyday dump a hundred some rounds on themCame from the bottom, they don't even know, this money got 'em starin' (Let's go)(Mmh, that Lil Top) , yeah, mmh, that Lil Top nowMmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeahMmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeahThat Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeahPistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeahJust send my million through an invoice (In through an invoice)I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeahJust like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin'One, two, three million, I bet it, placed a bet, I set itIt's way too hot, clear out the block, spin on your shit and wet itDo it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch, we flexin' while we steppin'I don't want to talk about that shit, this money my confessionI say this new Bentley a go-kart, drive this bitch like HerbieI just threw one of them thangs backI came through, I was swervin'Get out of line, we smush your brains backthat murder shit be urgent4KTrey, we put this bitch straight to your faceyou think I'm worried (Yeah)Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top nowMmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeahMmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeahThat Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeahPistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeahJust send my million through an invoiceI spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeahJust like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (Goddamn, VJ on another one)
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