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Sittin' on top of the world |
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Huh, I done heard this shit |
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You wanna know what the fuck I heard bitch? |
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I heard you wanna carbon copy me, not possible to succeed |
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Bustin' niggas knee caps, 'cause greed is fuckin' with weed |
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Give me more cheddar than Ellie, no hillbilly from Beverly |
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Heavily sedated, still hated and rated R |
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You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall |
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I got the sure shot method, guaranteed to make a nigga pause |
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Peep the cars I'm in, uncountable amount of Benjamin's |
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Benzes for all my friends |
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If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin' no fuckin' sense |
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Get relentless when it comes to stackin' chips and shit |
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Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory |
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Unloaded at the end of the story, I'm on top of the world, nigga |
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Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world |
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With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt |
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Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want |
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Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world |
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With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby |
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Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump |
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It's the number one contender, so so def member known as Brat |
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Girlfriend offender because the mans think I'm all that |
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Crystal in my lap, chronic chokin' me |
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Niggas hopin' we fall off, but we won't, we don't |
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All we do is keep fuckin' it up |
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While all you do is keep lookin' at us |
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Known evidence is that I dispense hits |
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And make more house quakes than Prince |
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Leavin' muthafuckas dense |
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One of the baddest bitches on the planet |
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Act like you know, it's the funk bandit, dammit, and you can't stand it |
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You can run, but you can't hide from this bad mannered individual |
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Gal from the West side, hit 'em up |
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I came quick, stick like the bottom of some ostrich |
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Holdin' your fans hostage from your bullshit |
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And it's written all over your face, you want my space |
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But ain't got what it takes to take my place |
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Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world |
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With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt |
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Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want |
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Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world |
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With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby |
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Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump |
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Now best believe, I got more tricks up my sleeve than that silly rabbit |
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All day dream about cheese and how I gots to have it |
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Got a weed habit, but I'm still on point |
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One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joints |
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It be the B R A T, the mind blower, the rough rhyme thrower |
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Muthafuckas can't see, ridin' drop top roadsters |
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Fuck all that gold stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust |
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You see, niggas round town talked this and that |
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Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack |
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Dropped the album Funkdafied and you thought it was bold |
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But thirty days later the LP went gold |
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Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world |
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With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt |
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Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want |
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Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world |
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With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby |
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Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump |
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Sitting |
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Ohh ya |
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Sitting |
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Down wit' my girl |
