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top flight – pound cake كلمات اغاني

{verse 1: young birk}

poundcake
every bar i lay give a rapper the frowned face
n-ggas see me stunting
want nothing but first place
n-ggas hate on me cause my team we show greatness
i said shine though
made a p-ss like rondo , score alonzo

{verse 2: jy carter}

i thank god for where im at now
and these b-tches thank god they’re hair flat now
who cares if jy carter put a song up ?
i ain’t signed , it wouldn’t matter if i take down
look
who ‘gone know this sh-t ?
who promote this sh-t ?
who know who wrote this sh-t ?
uh , what if we future or a chris tucker
or a lil’ romeo or a little brother
uh ,that had me thinking for a long time
i dont care im writing rhymes not committing crimes
who knows what im doing if its not this
prolli’ not wrting rhymes and committing crimes
im dreaming : new studi , new groupies
thats new booties , turbo on a new hoopty
one dozen on 9-5
one dozen times 9-5 dollar sign
its over
uh , whats wrong with yall ?
i’ll destroy you and the d-mn clone of yall
im chasing my dream ; listen
stay out of my d-mn business
a rollie gone’ shine but look at my dream glissing

{verse 3: jy carter}

i take hip hop than give it power
than it will devour all you f-cking corny -ss cowards
or should i do that ?
if i get permission too
i’d be happy to but only if my n-ggas do
i take control of yall like a steering wheel on a bumper car
yall too light
can’t flip cars
if yall was mad , yall prolly’ tryed to do infinite crimes
if yall was mad , i’d prolly’ laugh at yall infinite times
ha
who got beef with me ?
mush your face with a steak-m
than frighten yall like police dogs hopping out of street cars
uh huh
and thats the game that im in
but all you n-ggas is noosense just clueless and stuck on stupid
yall be hating on some sh-t
i give zero f-cks about yall
you will never join my team , im a ball hog
tf til’ no breath
you smoke on meth while i write my sh-t and want my checks
ah
yall hoes nasties , make daughters with dead beats
you other n-ggas red meat
d-mn
i feel sorry for yall
kind of cautions
thats easy to say , we beat your f-cking head in like we been f-cking with dre
uh
this live on to be a cl-ssic
kick -ss or get your -ss kicked
you d-mn dummies , uh
crummy n-ggas
yall the crumbs , where the mice at ?
tf we in here
we ain’t roll no dice yet
my circle tight , still hang with the real first
you n-ggas forming more squares than n-ggas with plaid shirts
uh
us f-ck n-ggas done burried ourselves
if we done burried ourselves , why we gone’ carry the wealth ?
i wrote bars and he behind em’
pumas to long boy why you ever buy them

- top flight

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