Top Lyrics – reapsoul
Singer: reapsoul
Title: Top
Choppa make him dance, ain’t no pants on his b#tch
I jus get these bands treat his main girl like sh#t what
Imma kill the boy cause that motha f#cka’ snitched
All you motha f#ckas copy paste me, suck my dick
p#ss# ride your own wave
Blow his brains like Cobain
Got me sick like COVID
I’m so lit I’m glowin’
p#ss# ride your own wave
You fake and you know it
Your b#tch on my dick
And you know she finna’ blow it
Yo b#tch gimme top top top top
I’m almost to the top top top top
Test me better stop stop stop stop
Or you’ll get pop pop pop popped
I ain’t with that nonsense
Bullet hit em’ in his noggin
Ain’t no witness he ain’t got no friends
And if he did, I’d jus’ kill him again
That b#tch wanna come over
She drunk as f#ck nah she ain’t hungovеr
I’m off the drugs, the gas I’m slumped ovеr
She pulled up anyways I bent her over
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