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lakos - to the top lyrics

[intro: b-lo]
yo
it’s that f-ckin’ lil lakos and b-lo sh-t
you already know how we f-ckin’ ridin’
f-ckin’ lambos and sh-t
you know

[verse 1: lakos and b-lo]
like pic-sso (ah), i’m an artist (ou)
i’m the hardest (yeah)
that sh-t’s r-t-rded (tarded)
took a flight the same day (hey)
just for a party (pah)
i won’t be tardy (nah)
i brought the shawty (shawty)
ride when i land (land)
i got them bands (bands)
i pop a xan (bean)
aw yeah
i grab a hoe (ho), kick her to the door (fo sho)
(ah ah ah skrr skrr ah)
i f-ck it up (ah), cookin’ it up (cookin’)
mixin’ it down (down), i smoke a pound (pound)
i f-ck yo b-tch (b-tch), fl!ckin’ the wrist (brrr ah)
bumpin’ yo fridge (fridge)
she eatin’ my kids, ay (ay ay)
tear up the p-ssy, ay (skr skr)
i eat it like fish filet
no i don’t m-st-rbate cause all the hoes call me juicy j (ay)
f-ckin’ with b-lo, ay
he the cheddar king tho, ay
you know i wish i could
you know i wish i could but i

[chorus: b-lo]
can’t stop, won’t stop
work my way up to the top
perkys, molly, xanny, rock
f-ck with me and get the glock
ridin’ ’round the city uh
my b-tch got some t-tties yuh
used to be smokin’ fiddies huh
now i’m f-ckin’ bitties uh

[verse 2: b-lo]
when i get the rum, and get the gun
ou yeah, you better run
hunt you down like michael myers
yeah, you know i’m the supplier
oh no we can’t get no higher
put that dope and light the fire
yeah you know we rippin’ bongs
gettin’ high like cheech and chong
yeah i don’t just write the songs
i drop the bombs like vietnam
(bomb bomb bomb bomb brr brr ah)
b-lo fire like napalm
come to your block with my weapon drawn
f-ck yo b-tch had a nice red thong
even my enemies sing my song
ou ah, ménage à trois
took my b-tch to a nice -ss spa
take her back to the trap house
she give me top without a bra (top)
shout out wu-tang (wu-tang)
cash rule everything around me
this henny got me tipsy (henny)
and the bean done got me drowsy (xans)
pull up in an audi (audi)
got the gat like gotti (gotti)
got the grills like yachty (yachty)
my b-tch, yeah she a thotty (thot)
takin’ shots like free-throws (free-throws)
knee hurts like d rose (d rose)
yeah i wish i could (could)
yeah i wish i could but i

[verse 3: lakos and b-lo]
lakos on that last verse, got this flow in the bag (ay)
yeah, my b-tch be a thot, but that hoe on the rag (agh)
been waiting so d-mn long but i still can’t stop the vag (f-ck)
beat up so much p-ssy they should give me a badge (c-ck)
ridin’ ’round the block (block) with my homies non-stop (bah)
i don’t take no bullsh-t from n0body, on god (yeah)
pull up on me and the gang, you get shot (brrr ah)
i’ll grind all my life till i hit the top (top)

[outro: lakos, b-lo, and b-ssil younes]
ayyye

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