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yung tzee - real world toppin' كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
mmmm
if you want that f_cking smoke boy p_ssy you can get it
if you want that f_cking smoke boy p_ssy you can get it

[hook]
why you talkin’ all that sh_t lil’ bro
no comin’ outside out here with all that smoke (smoke)
ar aimed right at your dome in case you wanna go talk low (low)
if you want that f_cking smoke, boy, p_ssy you can get it (yup)
if you want that f_cking smoke, boy
p_ssy you can get it, let’s go (go)

[chorus]
finna go head make it happen
f_ckin’ your b_tch from the back get it clappin’
b_tch goin’ up every year like madden
b_tch turnin’ up like “b_tch what happened?”
i’m goin’ up and i never be stoppin’ it
they askin’ whenever i’m finna be droppin’ (lets goo)
bouta go head tell my homie to lock it in
wе tryna start this real world toppin’ (yeah yeah yеah)

[verse 1]
real world toppin’ sh_t b_tch, it’s what i’m on
if you ain’t talkin’ money, get the f_ck up out my phone
if you ain’t suckin’ d_ck then get the f_ck up out my home
’cause i ain’t f_ckin’ wit’ no thot b_tch, you gotta get ’em gone
no i don’t f_ck wit’ no hoe, 50k just for a show
finna go head and grab a sprite just to mix it with a four
she don’t like that i sip lean, grab the bottle she say “no”
oh no no, drink it all now i’m movin’ in slow mo’
no i’m not on top of the world yet
gettin’ high just so i can feel that
tryna go head run up a real check
tryna go head and have me some real s_x
i be froze like i’m a black beatle
gettin’ high, ain’t talkin no needle
fell in love wit’ a b_tch, don’t need her
said i loved ya’ but i don’t need ya’
[chorus]
finna go head make it happen
f_ckin’ your b_tch from the back get it clappin’
b_tch goin’ up every year like madden
b_tch turnin’ up like “b_tch what happened?”
i’m goin’ up and i never be stoppin’ it
they askin’ whenever i’m finna be droppin’ (lets goo)
bouta go head tell my homie to lock it in
we tryna start this real world toppin’ (yeah yeah yeah)

[verse 2]
got me sayin “sewey b_tch” like i’m motherf_ckin’ speed
soon as i walk in the crib you better get down on yo’ knees
and no i’m not beggin’ for sh_t, ain’t no yes, ain’t no please
’cause you my motherf_ckin’ b_tch, you supposed to do what i need
i ain’t fillin’ up no gas tank, i’ma sit here on e
’cause i know that “e” stands for “everything”
and you’re everything to me
i feel you in my lungs and in my soul like the winter cold in my heat
yeah you better best believe, yeah best believe
it’s gon’ be you and me (gon’ be)
yeah, you and me until the end
i hope you’re not playin’ pretend
i hope you’re not playin’ again
’cause you will break me down again
and i’ll have to get up again
i can’t go through this all again
i’m hopin’ that this is the end
i’m prayin’ that this is the end, yeah
i’m on my way to the top so i can’t have no stress
i wear a cross across my chest because i know that i am blessed
and i ain’t f_ckin’ wit’ no mess, no i’m not f_ckin’ wit’ no mess
and if you f_ckin’ wit’ me baby
know you f_ckin’ with the best gang
[chorus]
finna go head make it happen
f_ckin’ your b_tch from the back get it clappin’
b_tch goin’ up every year like madden
b_tch turnin’ up like “b_tch what happened?”
i’m goin’ up and i never be stoppin’ it
they askin’ whenever i’m finna be droppin’ (lets goo)
bouta go head tell my homie to lock it in
we tryna start this real world toppin’ (yeah yeah yeah)

[bridge]
yeah, yeah
real world toppin’ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m tryna be on the top
i’m tryna be on the top
mmm yeah the top yeah
real world top_ yeah, yeah, yeah
this that real world toppin’ sh_t man, i’m just tryna be on top man
ain’t n0body believe me
real world toppin’ sh_t man
that’s life (that’s life)

[part ii]

[intro]
aye aye aye aye aye yo blxody (yo blxody)
mmmm_mmm_mmm yeah
mmmmmmmm yeah
uh
[hook]
four wheel drive run right down your block, i know you can’t compete
you gon’ die for my shooters man, ’cause my shooters elite
keep my hand on my heat, don’t matter where the f_ck i be
yeah, i be wit’ my team, rollin’ deep, all up on your street

[verse 1]
best believe we comin’ hot, ready to pop
we comin’ out this b_tch to seek, ready or not
we comin’ out ready to bleed, you gon’ get knocked
we pullin’ up right on your street, right on your block
right up on your street, yeah i am a street k!ller
real world toppin’ sh_t so i guess i am a street villain
i love all of my haters, yeah, i love all of my children
they say if you can’t beat ’em, better join ’em
but i k!lled em’ (but i k!lled ’em)
aye, yuh, back on my bullsh_t
yea_yeah you a lame lil’ boy, you on some fool sh_t
i’m wit’ the big dogs ’cause you know we rule sh_t
i’m trappin’ fentanyl, got nothin’ to lose b_tch
i’m finna get ’em all, get ’em all and get ’em gone
you f_ckin’ wit’ me man, you f_ck around and be long gone
we’ll wipe your whole block mane you’ll be long gone
and i’m wit’ the big dogs, don’t make me throw a big bone (mmm)

[hook]
four wheel drive
run right down your block, i know you can’t compete (mmm, yea)
you gon’ die for my shooters man, ’cause my shooters elite
keep my hand on my heat, don’t matter where the f_ck i be
yeah, i be wit’ my team, rollin’ deep, all up on your street

[verse 2]
real world toppin’ sh_t, yeah you know that’s where i be
nah, i can’t feel the pain ’cause the drugs are numbing me
i got the percocet, mix it up inside the lean (mix it, mix it, mix it)
i can see the devil sittin’ to the side of me
yeah, i can feel the devil burnin’ next to me third degree
i can’t tell if you’re the one that i’m really gonna need
runnin’ deep in my blood, yeah, you bring me to my knees (my knees)
wonderin’ if you’re the one
who’s gonna stop loving me (stop lovin’ me)

[hook]
four wheel drive run right down your block, i know you can’t compete
you gon’ die for my shooters man, ’cause my shooters elite
keep my hand on my heat, don’t matter where the f_ck i be
yeah, i be wit’ my team, rollin’ deep, all up on your street
four wheel drive
run right down your block, i know you can’t compete (mmm, yea)
you gon’ die for my shooters man, ’cause my shooters elite
keep my hand on my heat, don’t matter where the f_ck i be
yeah, i be wit’ my team, rollin’ deep, all up on your street (street)

- yung tzee

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