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top dolla - don perrion lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
mhm, mhm

[verse 1: don perrion]
you want a feat’ from me, you gotta pay me top dollar
b*tch, i’m from the east, we had topside problems
i been rappin’ since k!lla kellz was actin’ like reed dolla
my dog shake sh*t, don’t make me send my rottweilers
shout out to ma dukes, raising kanan like power
i know some shooters that could finish like crowder
n*ggas can’t come around the gang if they sour
you say you know everything, you probably wearin’ a wire
i done really slid on the opps on bad tires
i done really had to work the glizzy like some pliers
free my baby quay and kemo, them n*ggas lifers
i don’t ever like to waste time, sh*t priceless
cuz really rocked rolling loud talkin’ spicy
b*tch, we done made a touchdown like the old gotti
i’m a real michigan boy, i ain’t lil yachty
i’m a real michigan boy, i ain’t lil yachty
[verse 2: yn jay]
bad b*tch skinny as h*ll, she got a lil’ body
n*gga, you don’t never really stress, you got lil’ problems
put my young n*ggas on your head, them my lil’ goblins
wish a n*gga would, bet you won’t— yeah
wish a n*gga would, but you won’t, you gon’ would not it
7.62s go through trees, can’t no wood stop it
big*ass capacity backwood, ain’t no ‘wood stoppin’
n*gga broke as h*ll in the club, he got lil’ pockets
big gun, let it blast off, this my lil’ rocket
bad b*tch give me good head, she got lil’ toppy
bad b*tch spit on the d*ck, she get a lil’ sloppy
you and your man splittin’ half a pill, you off a lil’ molly
throw a block party in the hood, got the hood sloppin’
d*mn, i mean the hood slappin’
walked in b*a*p*e, got the hood jacket
only time you wipe a n*gga nose is with a lil’ napkin
snuck the yeah*yeah in the club, this my lil’ ratchet
hood b*tch don’t know how to act, she a lil’ ratchet

[verse 3: don perrion]
take a n*gga sh*t and fl!ck a pic’, b*tch, i feel like jigg
we was young as h*ll at coca*cola classic with the bl!ck
grew up on they ass, my sister friends ‘nem want some d*ck
i done robbed some n*ggas’ favorite uncles, got they nephew p*ssed
i ain’t got no f*ckin’ whack jumper, i be hittin’ sh*t
been had it back when j.r. smith played for the knicks
[interlude: yn jay]
right there at the end, man
let me just come right in, you know what i’m sayin’?
you know what i’m sayin’?

[verse 4: yn jay]
punch me in at the end
punch a double bedroom, hit her with some twins, ah
i just spent a benz
he trippin’ on sixteen hundred, i just spent a ten
what the f*ck you on?
why you waitin’ with your hand out? what the f*ck? you grown
talkin’ crazy out your lips, you better watch your tone
i’ll have my n*ggas at your crib, you better watch your home
you ain’t made no plays all week, you tryna watch your phone
i’ll throw a jab at your face, you better block your nose
oh, your b*tches hittin’ up my line? you better watch your hoes

- don perrion lyrics

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