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(Any Last Words)What, what what whatNigga yeahBow, bow, bowLook(D-Roc)Tell 'em check me out nowKnow I got that shit in meKnow I got my Glock outSay that they gon' get at meMurder, know that that be my townTry to slang that stick at meTry to send a bitch to meIma send her right back up in piecesI'm on three R's, call that Reese's PiecesGravedigger, no Jesus piecesBeef with me and it ain't no sleepin'Murder, until we get evenThat's on God, got my bitch behind mePlenty sticks inside this carI pray the law don't get behind meGon' send me straight to Rikеrs IslandSaid lil' bitch, I'm 'bout itYou ain't kill shit, you ain't wack nothin'Know we got plenty bodiesComе from the slums, ridin' in a bucketNow we four door slidin'Wit' 30 sticks off in this bitchI want a nigga for to tripI up and shoot from off the hip, bangGang know that what I bangGreen flags, got everythingShorty bad, she insaneShe just want to give me brainBut can't be my mainYou know I got a savage bitch, don't tripShe let me thug wit' the chick who stayed down wit' mePlay I swang around this bitch, like I'm playin' baseballCan't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballsMake me foot y'all, what that mean? step on himDirty motherfucker, smash him then we rep off himOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues himOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha(Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop)Bet you miss himDrinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' wit' my choppa (Mhm)I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm)I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex hoeThat's a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child supportI got money now, and I'm on that thirty million flowHundred thousand dollarssittin' right there on top the bed poleMy lil' bitch a modelI'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her bodyBitch, I'm out my bodyPop that X and flood my veins wit' MollyWatch me swerve the RollsKnow I'm in this bitch right now, okayChoppa wit' a knife, get slayedMassacre, mascaraedRockstar motherfuckerMake the crowd go up, in a rageI'm on so many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my faceWYGD, when you play, you gon' die, hold onI got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car, hold onCaught 'em on that porch, and I hit 'em wit' that fireOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues himOoh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha(Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop)Bet you miss him
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