| Yeah my nigga, we
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| We really pop this shit for real nigga, yeah
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| No cap, no rap cap
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| I took the top off, I’m dripping like hot sauce
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| I got drank and it’s clean raw
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| Baby give me that mean mouth
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| Hit that pussy like golf ball
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| I can do this without y’all
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| Caught a loss, I go loco
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| I go back to the traphouse
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| Break the bricks and the bales down
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| Cashing in and I cash out
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| Turn that shit to a stash house
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| I ain’t taking no handouts
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| Money calling, I’m en route
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| Them other niggas they been down
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| Blow a bag when I’m in town
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| They say Gunna you the best, I done went and got a check
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| I’m about to flex, it’s an Audemar Piguet
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| Rocking diamonds, I’m wet
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| I got water 'round my neck, I done start to worry less
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| Went and bought my bitch a necklace, Hi-Tech my fresh
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| Niggas sending me threats, I done bought another vest
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| I’m protecting my flesh, nigga pardon, my bad
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| Fifty fur on my hat, I’m havin' them racks
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| I could never get attached
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| Got Chanel, I can see now, I got back on my feet now
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| I can take care my team now, I’ma hold my whole team down
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| Niggas hate, I don’t see how, made it out of the damn South
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| And I don’t even know how
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| 'Bout to pull me a Benz out
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| I took the top off
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| I’m dripping like hot sauce
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| I got drank and it’s clean raw
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| Baby give me that mean mouth
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| Hit that pussy like golf ball
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| I can do this without y’all
|
| Caught a loss, I go loco
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| I go back to the traphouse
|
| Break the bricks and the bales down
|
| Cashing in and I cash out
|
| Turn that shit to a stash house
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| I ain’t taking no handouts
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| Money calling, I’m en route
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| Them other niggas they been down
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| Blow a bag when I’m in town
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| Yeah I drip when I’m in town, I’m just tryna stay in bounds
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| And I’m milking my cash cow, Gunna came with his own sound
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| You ain’t stealing this flow now, blowin' smoke and it’s so loud
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| I been bringing these hoes out, Gunna get in his zone now
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| Eat the greens, salad, yeah, nigga still rappin'
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| Racks got me relaxin', bought me a gold Patek
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| Yeah I’m fly and I’m flashy, yeah, nigga we havin'
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| Tell me your profession, we gang banging active
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| YSL legends
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| Got Chanel, I can see now, I got back on my feet now
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| I can take care my team now, I’ma hold my whole team down
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| Niggas hate, I don’t see how, made it out of the damn South
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| And I don’t even know how
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| 'Bout to pull me a Benz out
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| I took the top off
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| I’m dripping like hot sauce
|
| I got drank and it’s clean raw
|
| Baby give me that mean mouth
|
| Hit that pussy like golf ball
|
| I can do this without y’all
|
| Caught a loss, I go loco
|
| I go back to the traphouse
|
| Break the bricks and the bales down
|
| Cashing in and I cash out
|
| Turn that shit to a stash house
|
| I ain’t taking no handouts
|
| Money calling, I’m en route
|
| Them other niggas they been down
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| Blow a bag when I’m in town |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Top Off , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп