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shemar pierre - top floor كلمات أغنية

re_sad, re_sad
uh_uh_uh_uh (echo)
uh_uh_uh_uh (echo)
i love this
uh_uh_uh_uh (echo)
uh_uh_uh_uh (echo)

(music)

yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

whoa, whoa, yeah

i don’t like when they f_ckin’ talk to me
i let the chopper sing just like a harmony
designer my fit, give a f_ck what it’s costin’ me
upin’ the stick, bullet fly through his artery
and i’m servin’ this pot like a pharmacy
pull up, ain’t shootin’ from far like an orgy
puttin’ up vibes, i’m not talkin’ geometry
feel like i’m kobe
f_ck n_gga, who is your god?
shooter named dennis, he stay with that rod
poppin’ a perky like i’m playin’ cod
f_ck on this foreign, she came from abroad, yeah
all of my n_ggas do fraud
two seven clips in my hand like a saw
for diggity, kick a n_gga like a maw
f_ck it
my n_gga, back, back
swerve through the a in that motherf_ckin’ scatpack
hit from the back ’cause lil’ shorty, her ass fat
if he want smoke, then the glock finna match that
if he want smoke, then the glock finna burn him
my shooters still with ’em, walter returnin’
know that i cl!ck at a opp like a cursor
i guess them n_ggas ass wanted for murder
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
most of these n_ggas be cappin’, they rappin’
stick with a stick like, “lil’ n_gga, what happen?”
me and my gun, n_gga, i’m never lackin’
mm, yeah, i just got a motherf_ckin’ backend
servin’ the za, got that motherf_ckin’ pack in
just like a seatbelt, we keepin’ the straps in (mm)
all of my n_ggas, we stackin’ (mm)
pieces is hittin’, we bringin’ the racks in (uh_huh)
top_floor sh_t, n_gga, you better tap in
bring back the drum, n_gga, we get it clappin’ (mm)
you wouldn’t last an hour or a minute or a second
walkin’ ’round in these four hundred dollar boots
i come from a city n_ggas test you if you pretty
f_ck around and find out if we really shoot
yeah, i cannot believe it
i just blew a check on margielas, havies, and neiman
top floor, penthouse, hit her spot, she screamin’
really, it’s always been for you, i
money and the hoes, expensive cars, expensive clothes
hoes on the roof, really, it’s always been for you, i
put on for my city, laced in gold like nefertiti
in the end, it’s really always been for you, i

- shemar pierre

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