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Top Lookin Down (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/Meek Mill
Yo gotti
I leave nothing on the table
I'm a greedy a ni**a
Shout my young bull word
To my philly niggas
My new young b**ch
Said she been f**king ball players
Ball players
You see me 'round some niggas
Know they all real
Club lit club lit club lit
Stevie j bring the record back
Kids ttipping this d**e trip
Where the f**k my banger at
Stevie j dropped oouu oouu
Why the f**k he ain't think of that
Niggas thinkin' we cool cool
Naw ni**a ain't none of that
Yeah 50 bars tell him run it back
Real ni**a in real life
You a real ni**a on the internet
Real problems had real issues
In the real streets on real crack
Fake niggas having fake issues
Hatin' niggas put a end to that
Nothing but killers in my session
This sh*t deathrow deathrow
Bought a rollie on my extras
Left tho
Left tho
I be getting to the money
Ain't no plan b
Ain't no plan b
I be goin' so hard they try
To ban me
Aye look your mcm all in my section
Tryna take a selfie
I won't give that p**sy back they say
I'm acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars
Ain't sh*t you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets
I hope that sh*t don't fail me
A million dollar smell
Like some new cologne
New cologne
That b**ch ain't bad if
She ain't did it on her own
Patek philipe and
I can't even set the date
Set the date
Buyin' time but I'm still runnin' late
I got all the chains on like a field ni**a
I'm standing on these couches
With my lil' niggas
My lil' niggas
I don't want no rap now
I don't feel niggas
I don't feel niggas
This is ain't for no b**ches
This for real niggas
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them p**sy niggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down down
Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down down
Top lookin' down
Real niggas at the top top
Fake niggas at the bottom
You bring them p**sy niggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
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Came through
For the payback
Pulled up in a maybach
Bought the dawn took the wraith back
Wrist rocky like aap bust down
Bought the b**ch a lil' birkin bag
That's my paper let her taste that
Plain jane that's thirty cash
All bust down we ain't playin' that
Ni**a we lit I'm in m I a
Yeah yeah
Thats your b**ch knock her down
She in my way
Yea yeah
Take a pic
She gon' post it on her page
Oh Lord
That's your b**ch
Tell your hoe to close her legs
Oh boy
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Eyes closed
Caught me with that b**ch and she
Went viral viral
Threw that p**sy at me
Like a spiral
Caught it like odell beckham
Young rich ni**a they can't
Check I'm on one
Aye we don't want them b**ches
They some gold diggers b**ch b**ch
We don't do plain jane
For old niggas
Bust down bust down
We bust down that rollie
Just to show niggas ha
We bust down that rollie
We don't owe niggas no
I got all the chains on like a field ni**a
I'm standing on these couches with my lil' niggas lil' niggas
I don't want no rap now
I don't feel niggas
Feel niggas
This is ain't for no b**ches
This for real niggas
Real niggas at the top top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them p**sy niggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
Top lookin' down down
Top lookin' down
Top lookin' down down
Top lookin' down
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them p**sy niggas up with you
Better leave 'em where you got 'em
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