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Turn a four door to a hearse, that boy dead off in the trunk Turn a four door to a vert, that boy head off in the trunk I got my whole team suites up on the top We caught so many, call the dealer up on drop What you know 'bout goin' to court escorted by cops? Think about it, goin' to shows escorted by cops I can't go cop me no drop (why not?) I don't know much about drivin' (why?) I'm the back of the 'Bach (why?) Can't pull no 2Pac where I'm hidin' (hah) My mama hated seein' her son in the cage Never gave a fuck about bein' no stage 'Cause fame never meant a nigga got paid Porsche lookin' like he probably got ate Bitch I feel like I'm top, like I'm on top I'm gettin' all of this gwap, bitch I feel like I'm top I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top Bitch I feel like I'm top, I turn the 'Bach to a drop We get escorted by cops, who the hell want me to stop? (nobody) I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top Had to go and cop some ice, already had the juice If she think about it twice, I'ma take her ass, she through Letras de cancionesAll my posse keep it locked like we just waitin' on you to move Swear I feel like my name Mike and I'm just waitin' on you to lose Catchin' my L, still got them M's Don't need no L's in the back of the Benz Ten plus twelve, spent that on a gem Boy lookin' at him then they lookin' at them Pull up, hop out, I might go crazy on holmes Lil whoadie you way out your zone I bought lil baby a homie, then left lil baby a loan Yeah what the fuck is you on? I'm forty-eight plus fifty-two (a hundred) Girls the only one I listen to Sometimes they call me like I miss you boo I got a habit, tell you like I miss you too You won't get a deal but get your issue though I let the yopper kiss you with no mistletoe She in that lil body, what you missin' for? Sellin' kale up out it, what you with her for? Bitch I feel like I'm top, like I'm on top I'm gettin' all of this gwap, bitch I feel like I'm top I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top Bitch I feel like I'm top, I turn the 'Bach to a drop We get escorted by cops, who the hell want me to stop? (nobody) I had to wait for my spot, and I be walkin' with knots They said I never would pop, bitch I feel like I'm top From Letras Mania