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james droptop - roof top lyrics

i just been vibing kicking it, when i get money bet everyone listening
splash, jump off the roof
i feel like kobe now i got the juice
running like sprints but i’m clean with my shoes
you can not stay i’m not letting them choose
splash, jump off the roof
you do not know me dont act like you do

i’m getting it 10 for 10
frankly i’m out for these benjamins
kickstand bike i ride so smooth
double back, done with that lies want truth
if i get my money right you’ll never see my face again
i shop, my stuff online screaming motherf-ck an h&m
place your bets, ill swipe your cash
deposit that, speed it up won’t crash
12 on our back got hit when we p-ssed
if you in a pot get mixed no match
drip drop, sp-ce needle i’m at the tip top
karate your body got flip flopped
shamgod leave em all criss crossed
i don’t got time for no pish posh
food in my backpack leave em in the dust if they ask where the god d-mn cash at
my whole like is a hashtag
testify get put in a trash bag
all my questions rhetorical, i got the answers, i ball like the oracle
i don’t give a f-ck bout your horoscope
b-tch i’m a star, i just pray i don’t overdose
counting my wins i got more to go
rangle em in like a rodeo
we moving it i got the ch0r-o
up in the house, screaming disregard cory though
bore me tho, shoot like a 44, if we go toe to toe
bending em back i just might give em scoleo
rooftop san francisco, i don’t wanna jump well maybe just a little

you do no know, i’m driving 80 get kicked to the road
go tell your homie, fosholy, that we is not kicking it b-tch i’m a goalie
on everything holy
that i’m on my game sh-t, its not the same sh-t, i’m for my payment, you on the pavement, i run this thing swift
misfit, senses, kicking in i gotta get it
tinted, resentment, so i gotta push on that shift stick
go, my mother told me my heart made of gold
honey the money the only thing fold
i keep a check straight, you p-ssies menstruate
look i keep a water cup, cut from a different cloth that my old father cut
yeah b-tch we on a rush, all of us, differ my past, now i’m balling up
they’ll know my name, no such thing as anonymous

- james droptop lyrics

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