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cal scruby - top of the world (remix) lyrics

[chorus: mike posner]
at this time next year i’ma have enough to buy the whole d-mn thing (thing x2)
yeah, i’m doing pretty good right now but i swear just wait (wait)
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world

[verse 1: cal scruby]
d-mn, you should see that body
all she wear is yoga pants and she don’t do pilates
so i’m chilling with a bad little mommy, drinking saki, eating sushi and habachi
say whats gucci you already know wasabi
when i pull up they be staring at me they don’t even see her
till i hop out with a dime its like i need her for the meter
i just want her for the moment, i don’t really wanna keep her
and she tell all of her friends, but don’t n0body believe her
ladies, i’m easy it don’t take a lot to make my day
get a good drink and all that, watch all that and get high babe
i’m on that adderol, i’m speeding all in my driveway
feeling like i’m hitting light speed when i’m on the highway
six speed h-lla weed in glove box
sixteen so mean need a mugshot
young man 23 h-lla buzz
got this city on my back and these women on my nuts

[hook: mike posner]
at this time next year i’ma have enough to buy the whole d-mn thing (thing x2)
yeah, i’m doing pretty good right now but i swear just wait (wait)
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world
i’ma take you to the top top top of the world

[verse 2: cal scruby]
flow black-kettle hot
bet against me young man, better not
ain’t seen sh-t you don’t know what i got
let’s toast to the fact that i’m close to the top
cheers ho, every year is my year ho
it’s about to get ugly, its like meg griffin in here (whoa)
this rapping sh-t, that ain’t all i know
man, i teach ’em all to dance now they steppin’ all on my toes
i saw your girlfriend, she been all at my shows
and she texting me and send pictures where she missing all of her clothes
man, next year tell me what you see, cal (see, cal)
black tint, black shades i can barely see out (see out)
it’s all wood grain like i’m sitting in a tree house
bad b-tches only, see the sign, you should keep out
i’ll be making paper thick, just to make them haters sick
so when i pull out my garage they stare like i pulled out my d-ck
put a rolls in that b-tch, amber rose in that b-tch
house so big, they put 18 holes on that b-tch

- cal scruby lyrics

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