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strapped! - top floor p lyrics

[intro]
it’s like some big sh+t, you know
it’s a big three, so they know who the f+ck it is, n+gga
that’s what i be telling n+ggas, that’s what it got, uh, yeah

[verse 1]
top floor playa i’ll break her right now
still getting texts tryna talk price down
hit her on the f+ckin motorbikes like bam
pressing on the gas met the msix grab
i’ma play the cops out got a humbug
four pound tucked the ricky jeans in the club
fist full of racks i ain’t tryna hold hands with you
we ain’t tied in i ain’t pop a rubber band with you
n+gga throwin salt, can’t hurt a playa
top floor penthouse, never seen stairs
can’t wife no hoe, f+ck a pallbearer
trap house, qt, but he getting in
phone ringing wild, i got plays, 10+two
benjamin, he see mе yeah davey lock
i got hoes in hеat, she the cream of the crop
i’m a ups worker, how i play with the box
chrome with the wheat timbs
n+gga think sh+t a free l!ck, i’ma catch me a free lid
both pockets on deep dish
n+gga ribs showing he ain’t even eat sh+t
big ole player i’ll pay her to leave
i’m a mathematician i be studying brief
think it’s cheaper to keep her, i’ll leave the treesh
pop too much flavor i be seasoning beats
[bridge]
d+mn
d+mn
top floor playa i’ll
i’m a top floor with this sh+t let’s believe it
promise you that
top floor playa i’ll break her right now
top floor playa i’ll break her right now

[verse 2]
spike my pot, ice my heart
i play my role and do my part
amg no key, this b+tch push start
b+tch outta line, b+tch get dealt with
ten packs to the face, i gotta be selfish
thigh b+tch put a head on my pelvis
she ain’t no freak, with you she’s celibate
super geeked up geek
been on three drugs every day of this week
i turn a b+tch to a store runner, send her up the street
it could double up, it’s the company you keep
drank head junkie can’t lean like me
hop step finish off glass kyrie

[outro]
yeah, yeah, hop step finish off
ayy, top floor playa, break a right
top floor playa
i know what the f+ck it is, n+gga
swear to god
top floor playa, break a right now
n+ggas tryna, tryna top the price down
uh, uh, like yeah
top floor playa, i’ll break a b+tch
top floor playa
n+ggas know what the f+ck it is man
real 50s status n+gga

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