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- Gucci Mane Top In the Trash 歌詞
- Gucci Mane
- Top in the Trash -Gucci Mane /Chief Keef
Ha its Gucci burr go in Mike wiLL made it
Well Im blowing kush endorsinit
For those that aint as fortunate
I work my fork I work my wrist
Got babies like the orphanage
Got cabbage like a cabbage patch
Got collard greens and turtles b**ch
I turn em in the turninlane
Im always in a foreign whip
My trap boominlike Boomingdales
A long line like you at the Ritz
Got bank like Lloyd Yayo like Tony
But wont give you 50cent
Red rubies on my Rolex bezel
It look like I slit my wrist
White diamonds like Im Liberace
B**ch come here and Kiss my fist
I use cristal for Listerine
I brush my teeth with pure codeine
I wash my face with bottled water
Drink champagne straight out the bottle
All my whips got superchargers
All my hoes are supermodels
He go hard but I go harder
He faker than Harry potter
He try to turn up with two hundred ones
Hes make me laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle ni**a I dont f**k with no glass
So many gualas in my pants ni**a
Its makinme sag
And when I leave up out the lot ni**a
Top in the trash
So much money in my safe
I dont think that I can close it
So much money in my jeans
I dont think that I can tote it
Had a good day
And then I went and bought a Roley
Shorty brain me so crazy
Had to tell the girl to hold it
Got a college girl just spoken words
She think that she a poet
When I smash the girl just spoken words
I have to keep her focused
Bout to put me out the buildin
Cause I got them nosy neighbors
Say Im smokinloud and they complainin
Bout the noise and fragrance
Think Im going through a phase
Cause my verses are amazing
Think Im walking through a maze
When Im walking through the station
Drawing pictures with my words
While these other niggas tracin
Walking back and forth pacing
Like my girl gonhave a baby
He try to turn up with two hundred ones
Hes makinme laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle ni**a I dont f**k with no glass
So many gualas in my pants ni**a
Its makinme sag
And when I leave up out the lot ni**a
Top in the trash
When I pull up to the lot aye
All the hoes gondrop aye
Like look at his watch aye
Like look at his car
Look at his earrings
Look at his his bling bling aye
That ni**a stuntinjust damn near killed the scene
Make b**ches scream and faint aye
I just poured me up a pint of that purple
I dont like red
You want to fight b**ch you might be dead aye
Red white white chalk some niggas in the rear with black hawks
Counting so much damn green hurt my damn thumb
I was trying to f* *king eat bit my damn tongue
He try to turn up with two hundred ones
Hes makinme laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle ni**a
I dont f**k with no glass
So many gualas in my pants ni**a
Its makinme sag
And when I leave up out the lot ni**a
Top in the trash
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