| The mack
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| Nothin' less
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| Bum! |
| Bum! |
| Bum!
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| Yeah!
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| Bow! |
| Bow!
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| I pull up in that drop-top gettin' drop-top from that ho
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| She was geekin' off a molly, I was leanin' off a fo'
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| Blowin' smoke, you a rookie, don’t you choke, watch a pro
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| As I go, supersonic flow wavy like a boat
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| Swisher Sweet with the loudest dro, smokin' at the sto'
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| I never been a ho, quick to up the fo' and let it go
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| If you ain’t know, now you do
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| No stoppin', I’m chuckin' the deuce
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| Sippin' on Henny and I’m feelin' loose
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| Stompin' on niggas, I rap in my boots
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| What you goin' do? |
| I’ma slide with my crew
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| Raider the Klan, so nigga, who you?
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| Pop-pop from the double Glock
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| Pop-pop, that’s two shots, thug life like 2Pac
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| Three hoes, but I’m too hot
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| Nigga, where the party?
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| Gettin' gnarley and we smokin' Bob Marley
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| Course I must ride in the 'Rari
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| Course I must ride with the shotty
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| All white shit, Yo Gotti
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| Pop-pop when I stand over bodies
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| Choppin' up shit like karate
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| I’m shittin' on niggas like I got to potty
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| Of course I’m that nigga but don’t tell nobody
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| I pour up a fo' for all of my homies
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| Man, I’m so cool, you niggas don’t know me
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| I’m sippin' on forty, got thirties, that’s sixties
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| It’s so fast, niggas ain’t even runnin' with me
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| Come get me, twenty plus thirty, that’s fifties
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| Mommy ridin' with me, it ain’t fair
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| And my weed got them hairs, so I’m higher than a astronaut
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| Play with me, bitch you not, get dome in the parkin' lot
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| I pull up in that wooh-wooh-wooh, gettin' sloppy top
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| Wooh-wooh!
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| Drop-top in a parkin' lot, smokin' out, you smell the pot
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| Beatin' loud on your block, so all the hoes is on my jock
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| I’m so for real, I kid you not, that red beam on my forty Glock
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| I’m gettin' dome and runnin' from the cops
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| Life for the police, I ain’t runnin' from the cops
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| I’m a lyrical pistol and my gun stay cocked
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| Got smuts on my dick, want to taste my cock
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| I’ma roll up a blunt cause I don’t need stress
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| She said, «Simmie, you can nut on my chest»
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| And you already know, man, I got to do my thing
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| Nuts goin' to swang like keys when they hang
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| Barkin' at niggas like I’m a Great Dane
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| March with my niggas, we walk in the rain
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| A mack, I smoke a lot, get dome in the parkin' lot
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| You lame, what you talkin' 'bout? |
| I take your girl and hit her spot
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| A mack, I smoke a lot, get dome in the parkin' lot
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| A lame, what you talkin' 'bout? |
| I take your girl and hit her spot
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| In a drop-top gettin' sloppy top
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot
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| Gettin' drop-top in a parkin' lot |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sloppy Top, artist - Yung Simmie. Album song Basement Music, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп