skip rage - topdown lyrics
top down
titties out
show me what them things about
imma post it for the clout
18 karat in my mouth
yeah
fly to la for the season
cold in new york so that gimmie the reason
my b+tches they never leaving
cause they all hungry and im the one feeding
copywright
everything i write
you know these n+gga bite
no i ain’t down to fight
i retire
cause a n+gga tired
you can really try it
if you try it do the best you can
soon as you throw ya fist
understand
i will clap your hands
we gon count them grand
bussin juggs f+ck a uncle sam
trap and scam
don’t need a new car
i’d rather buy some land
champagne one bottle a day
keep the pain away
tell my b+tch
one swallow a day
keep you from gaining weight
celebrate
i don’t smoke
but my boo she like to medicate
high grade don’t bring her no mids
or she might catch a fit
rip pop smoke
d+mn that was my favorite loc
youngin had the game on lock
put him next to big and pac
pac
i be show stoppers and pistol poppers
soon as i walk in the room
them panties droppin
hollow tip
see that red dot it will follow it
model chick
took down the team and she proud of it
micheal kor
don’t need a rolex to flex
my credit score screaming out
philippe patek
no prescription
versace versace
it’s different
versace versace
listen dummy
im about the money
i’m about the money
ohhh you think it’s funny
ohhh you think it’s funny
oooohhhh sh+t
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