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on top - nick strange lyrics

won’t rest ’till i’m on top
in a blueberry bugatti shit is bonkers
purple guts, scratch and sniff
impossible shit
clinch my eyes and i could see us stuck in traffic in it
either hip hop or its trafficking shit
never dabbled in it
the more i see the more i wanna eat
so feed me seymour
in a little shop of horrors sweating ‘cuz i need more
extra extra
you read all about it but i bleed more
and let the blood stain the page
let the words speak the rage that has fermented with age
into dope verses like round 1 fight
so shaun white stunt on this ice never tired
ignite the game and its arcade fire
then i drive home fender over the tire
sittin on airbags like fly wires

hear it in the club they won’t stop it
bottle tops we keep them things poppin’
we keep jaws droppin
( nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah )
hear it in the club they won’t stop it
bottle tops we keep them things poppin’
we keep jaws droppin

say, say hey
we fly all day
superman got no holes in the cape
i let that b-tch drag so it can cover up my tracks
no footprints
swag on crooked
goofy footed
unusual dude toadstoolin’
delusional b-m rusher
direct the crowd like the usher
won’t stop till i’m there
sold out shows no place for your derrière
give the henny here
hinny everywhere
gettin plenty stares
i’m the skyscr-per
brain in the penthouse
out like the vapors
bet against us?
they blow the house like the big bad wolf
built it brick by brick on the squemish tip
as the record spins
they throw it up like theyre motion sick
we made it this far and the records spotless
nympho bottles all topless

- nick strange lyrics

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