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topsy turvy - ill leet lyrics

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[chorus]
topsy turvy
buccaneer, i got the scurvy
‘member when b*tches was curving
hop in the coupe and i’m swerving
ridin’ the wave, i be surfing
ballin’ like i’m kyrie irving
i cannot die, rebirthing
tellin’ you, i’m not a earthling, ayy
topsy turvy
my b*tch is bad, she curvy
y’all n*ggas mad and worried
hop in the jag, i’m skrting
all of these b*tches be lurking
that’s why they feelings be hurting
lil’ baby know i been workin’
gunna, now she wanna birkin

[verse 1]
rockin’ a mink, furry
sip on the pink, kirby
fly as a b*tch, birdie
stunt on a b*tch, derby
look at my wrist, blurry
feel like a mc*flurry
money that i cannot bury
tryna get rich in a hurry, ayy
diamonds dancin’
look at my mama new mansion
i’m moving up, advancin’
everything bigger, expansion
i’m takin’ off, blasted
shoutout my pops, he lasted
i got the rock, he passed it
i do this sh*t with a passion

[chorus]
topsy turvy
buccaneer, i got the scurvy
‘member when b*tches was curving
hop in the coupe and i’m swerving
ridin’ the wave, i be surfing
ballin’ like i’m kyrie irving
i cannot die, rebirthing
tellin’ you, i’m not a earthling, ayy
topsy turvy
my b*tch is bad, she curvy
y’all n*ggas mad and worried
hop in the jag, i’m skrting
all of these b*tches be lurking
that’s why they feelings be hurting
lil’ baby know i been workin’
gunna, now she wanna birkin

[verse 2]
i be on point, no i can’t miss
this for the ones who said i ain’t sh*t
this for the ones who said i won’t hit
i’m too big, now the shoe don’t fit
“who bought that, n*gga, who bought this?”
i ain’t p*ssed off, but i do talk sh*t
i don’t pop bars, but i do pop sh*t
i’d be on that, but i’m too off this
don’t hate the player, don’t hate the game
won’t sh*t change, if you don’t change
ain’t no gain if ain’t no pain
world gon’ bring what you gon’ bring, ayy
world gettin’ raised by the h*ll
hope i get saved by the bell
ho, i get payed by the mail
pounds gettin’ weighed by the scale, ayy, gone

[chorus]
topsy turvy
buccaneer, i got the scurvy
‘member when b*tches was curving
hop in the coupe and i’m swerving
ridin’ the wave, i be surfing
ballin’ like i’m kyrie irving
i cannot die, rebirthing
tellin’ you, i’m not a earthling, ayy

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