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kiingrod – on top كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: kiingrod]
i been ballin’ on you n_ggas non_stop, god d_mn
i know you only hatin’ ‘cause i’m on top, god d_mn
i ain’t dropped the ball ‘cause i ain’t worried ‘bout the gram
but i promise i get to it, i’m just runnin’ up these bands
50s on the 100s, god d_mn it’s hard to think
money on my mind, got me forgetting how to blink
deezy in the corner, wrong movie won’t think
i’m just tryna let you know before you let the fifty sink

[verse 2: deezy]
f_ck you and your gang, we make a [?] bull sing
he was speakin’ on the dead, what the f_ck the n_gga think
i put 50 on this choppa, ‘nother 30 on this glock
if i n_gga diss the game then we posted on his block
and they like forty out the b_tch just to bust out my watch
i feel like stephen in this b_tch the way i came in with those shots
my own n_gga changed up, i should of pinned him to a cross
sh_t i had to quit my job, ‘cause what’s a worker to a boss?

[verse 3: kiingrod]
f_ck a job, we ain’t workin’ checkin’ chicken out the b_tch
deezy grab the whip, we got a flight in a bit
got a new plate, we gon’ hit off the sh_t
and we ain’t gon’ stop ‘till we get the gang rich
[?] backdoor, i need all that foreign sh_t
coke, air forcers, backwoods, and yo b_tch
if ain’t already hit, then i know the gang did
strictly the only f_ckin’ brothers, you know what the gang is

[verse 4: deezy]
i might die, go to jail, sh_t it’s what the gang is
gettin’ cold in my city, get a strap to keep the kids
n_ggas lookin’ lost like they don’t know what life to live
my old lady broke my heart, so i ain’t got no love to give
poppin’ percs with the lean like i ain’t got no life to live
sorry if i rude but things is f_ckin’ with the kid
i got money, i got problems, i like drugs, i like woods
for the n_ggas talkin’ crazy i put a 30 in this clip

[verse 5: kiing]
f_ck that love sh_t, give my all to a b_tch
usin’ perc 30, i ain’t stressin’ over sh_t
money is the motive, been the move since a kid
diamond’s drippy_drip_drip, you know sl!ck don’t slip
lose my trust once then that sh_t be gone
f_cked your b_tch once but i made her go home

[verse 6: deezy]
i’m the type to get a telly, never take her to my home
i keep callin’ all these shots, i feel like madden in my zone
think the boys tap my line, so when we talkin’ on this phone
“baby i don’t want yo p_ssy can you give a n_gga dome?”
how you in your bag, but never threw yo dog a bone?
brody bring the percs, so you know time to [?]

- kiingrod

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