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t-shyne - top 5 lyrics
top 5 lyrics
[intro]
uh_uh, uh_uh
uh_uh, uh_uh
ooh_ooh_ooh, ooh_ooh_ooh
ooh_ooh_ooh, ooh_ooh_ooh
[verse 1]
the way i’m ballin’, they gon’ have to put me up on sports center
got all my haters mad ’cause they know i’m a racks spender
told myself i’ll be the man, n_gga, that was last winter
look myself in the mirror and said, “don’t ever get off track n_gga”
i can f_ck a n_gga b_tch then f_ck another after that (facts)
keep it real with you, you couldn’t make it out my habitat (nah)
drippin’ money, i’m havin’ that
shawty sucked this d_ck and cleaned it up like a laundromat
said i was gone be a star and n_ggas used to laugh at that
told her, “count that money up,” and now a n_gga stackin’ that
n_ggas actin’ like they know me, they don’t know how my life was
i’m tweakin’ off, my n_gga, but i still gotta buzz
how you think your b_tch a saint? she sucked my d_ck inside the club
i been ballin’, putting up w’s like i’m ghostface
n_ggas think they hot ’til they get turned into a cold_case
i’m just one n_gga, but all my b_tches, they go both ways
every day i wake up, pray to god and hope for my place
[chorus]
wallah, you ain’t getting sh_t from me (wallah)
i’m top five, gotta keep the bl!ck on me (top five)
go outside, i know all the fans love me (uh)
i’m top five and i keep the bands on me (yeah, yeah, top five)
yeah, wallah, they been talkin’ sh_t on me (sh_t)
i’m top five, so they call me big homie (big)
yeah, top five, and i’m having rick on me (rick)
yeah, top five, and i got ya b_tch on me (uh)
[verse 2]
ridin’ in a benz, i don’t got no time for fake friends (yeah)
ballin’ like i’m jordan, sp_ce jam (sp_ce jam)
and i used to sell grams (yeah)
stash inside my waist band (stash)
i remember skipping turn styles at the station (woah)
made it to the top, i was rappin’ down in the bas_m_nt (yeah)
i can never fail, n_ggas tellin’ lies, tellin’ fairytales (tales)
payin’ for my b_tches nails, and i bought some new chanel (chanel)
wavy like i’m max b (yeah), i’m screamin’ “free biggavel”
and i got a castle for a crib, that sh_t a citadel
yeah, i’m going to heaven, but i’m still gon’ give these n_ggas h_ll
got this bad b_tch from london, her favorite singer is adele
threw my d_ck in her p_ssy like a quarter in a wishing well
hit her once and wished her well (wish her well)
i ain’t never going to tell (nah)
if it’s beef, then at me n_gga
i just hope i bump into him, i ain’t talking ’bout no ache n_gga
yeah, i ain’t talking bout no ache n_gga, p_ssy
f_ck you talking ’bout, n_gga? pull up
[chorus]
wallah, you ain’t getting sh_t from me (wallah)
i’m top five, gotta keep the bl!ck on me (top five)
go outside, i know all the fans love me (love me)
i’m top five and i keep the bands on me (yeah, yeah, top five)
yeah, wallah, they been talkin’ sh_t on me (wallah, sh_t)
i’m top five, so they call me big homie
yeah, top five, and i’m having rick on me
yeah, top five, and i got ya b_tch on me (uh)
[outro]
yeah, top five, yeah
top five, yeah, top five
shawty tryna k!ll these n_ggas
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