| I’m in the A, I hit a lick, now I’m thumbin through a check
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| Got the pack, betta have it, cause a nigga need em bands
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| Roll the, then I hit the Shmurda Dance
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| I got so many hoes, I got a different phone for them
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| I’m a pimp, I’m a Mac, I’m a muthafuckin' G
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| Made a bitch round one, fucked a bitch round three
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| OGG, TFM, 808 on the beatnn
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| I’m from the muthafuckin' bay, we don’t smoke no bamma weed
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| Bitch hit me on my trap phone it’s good
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| Don’t hit me on my iPhone, bitch ya know that I’m the good
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| Got niggas in the deal, shout out Neil, that’s my cause
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| I’m a real street nigga, didn’t change up fo' nothin'
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| Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf
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| Money pillin' up like a car wreck
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| We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
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| Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
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| Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf
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| Money pillin' up like a car wreck
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| We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
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| Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
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| I’m in Cali, ain’t no bad bitch, just that fire piff and dank
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| I been runnin' round the country now my roaches in L. A
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| I been kickin in the Bay, couple boxes on the way
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| Trackin' numbers, say its lit, cool, back to fuckin' on yo bitch mmhm
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| Free mind, but the game locked, its a hot summer with me and June
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| Tall hoes into small rooms, bend em over, we dot the thigh
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| Muthafuck what my haters say, we ain’t neva seen eye to eye
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| Oh, you bad cause you subtweet, niggas food like bird meat
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| Chirp chirp, shootin'.3s, young Mac Nowitzki
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| buildin', my cup flimsy, syrrup sippin', I’m not tipsy
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| This a grown man, that Walt Disney
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| I’m OG Mac (who?) OG Mac, young nigga, brought trill back
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| Lived dope, I spit crack
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| Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf
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| Money pillin' up like a car wreck
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| We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
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| Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
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| Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf
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| Money pillin' up like a car wreck
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| We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
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| Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
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| Cracked the seal on a brick, so I’m leanin' out
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| I got peas of the loud, do you need a pack?
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| Shoes string around the mac', and it hold 30 rounds
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| You a fake nigga, so ya neva heard of that
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| Meet me in the projects, at the candy house
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| Did a play for a nig', bout the cannon out
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| Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' fuck a drout
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| Me and Balla in my 6 screamin' fuck a drout
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| My money long, my bitch bad
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| I do this shit cause it’s nothin'
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| I don’t do coke, I break hoes
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| I’m a real nigga, you frontin'
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| Fuck the police and the DA, I ain’t pullin' ova, I’m runnin'
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| Spent 400 for these Y3s, I neva do the true religion
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| Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf
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| Money pillin' up like a car wreck
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| We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
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| Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress
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| Mad cause you smokin' off the top-shelf
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| Money pillin' up like a car wreck
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| We in traffic with the package, fuck a fat ass
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| Flexin' all this muscle, this is no stress |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Top Shelf , by - Larry June. Song from the album Route 80 - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп