Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,
Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot
I love the way you walk
In hopes to get on top
On top dubia, india. stop to buy india
36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop
Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,
I fucking hate this job
Yo, i'm sitting on the top
Till i come out on top,
So get them ends hot
Feel your chest on top on
As: can’t wait to pork your mom
Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top
Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot
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