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289shawty – on top lyrics

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[chorus]
289 goin’ so up (goin’ so up)
b+tch, i’m on top of the buildin’
b+tch, i’m on top of the whip
n+gga, i can rock white tees, still call it drip (drip)
n+gga, i made the money then i dipped
you were blowing on a b+tch (yeah)
feel like i’m walter white, just sold a brick (yeah, yeah)
n+gga ho like skyler white, d+mn, she a b+tch (she a b+tch)
give a f+ck ’bout a glock, hit the boy with my fist (d+mn)
[verse]
you don’t like you no more n+gga, it is what it is (d+mn)
i ain’t stoppin’ no time soon, i make hits on hits (d+mn)
n+gga, i make all them hits (godd+mn)
n+gga, i got yo’ lil’ b+tch
she f+ck with lil’ 289, she like where he hit (woah)
srt that boy rentin’, man we know that he don’t got bread
lil’ 289, he’ll sock you, he a hot head (d+mn)
b+tch cappin’ on a namе, we know d+mn well you ain’t got head
i still wondеr why they ain’t free out oz yet (free oz, yeah)
n+gga, i’m a champion (d+mn)
used to rock champion, now i rock mcqueen
not even all the way up but i’m still clean (i’m still clean)
i just f+cked that b+tch, broke her spleen
who the f+ck you talkin’ to like that? not me (not me)
yeah, n+gga i got the bands on lock
n+ggas always act like fans, ridin’ my c+ck
ain’t no gold diggers, had the hoes before cars (yeah)
ask her if she like lil’ 289, no second thought (d+mn)
i feel like k+dot, like lil’ n+gga, we big steppers
got a brand new b+tch, b+tch white like feather
n+gga, pick yo’ poison, want a glock or beretta?
why letting that b+tch get in yo’ head, don’t let her (yeah)
p+ssy n+gga, stack ya’ bread, get yo’ pockets bigger

[chorus]
289 goin’ so up (goin’ so up)
b+tch, i’m on top of the buildin’
b+tch, i’m on top of the whip
n+gga, i can rock white tees, still call it drip (drip)
n+gga, i made the money then i dipped
you were blowing on a b+tch (yeah)
feel like i’m walter white, just sold a brick (yeah, yeah)
n+gga ho like skyler white, d+mn, she a b+tch (she a b+tch)
give a f+ck ’bout a glock, hit the boy with my fist (d+mn)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn



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