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no limit - topside lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1: ceo trayle]
i just jumped in my no limit soldiers
i just mixed that wockhardt with cream soda and poured it
ain’t no b*tch ever told me, “i stole my car, jody”
ayy, i always been one of them n*ggas, n*gga
i think that xanax finally joining the mixture
uh, i just cl!ck with that draco, you get the picture
wockhardt in my ale ginger
go and get your own percocets, i ain’t got none to sell n*ggas, uh
and the case closed ’cause i ain’t got nothin’ to tell n*ggas
[verse 2: baby smoove]
i’ll come big ol’ skeleton, i don’t want no lil’ richard
how the f*ck you go and sign that deal and i’m still richer?
i like gettin’ head while high ’cause it feel different
celine hoodie on my back now cost me six*fifty
i can’t lie, i done seen some sh*t, i might be traumatized
he just dropped, but i can’t play it ’cause it’s full of lies
i got a b*tch in florida, no cap, and she love plies
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d have a trunk full of ps5s

[verse 3: ceo trayle]
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d have a trunk full of dead opps
past tense, you know big c4 high*sped cops
n*ggas act like they be too rich to give a n*gga props
leave a safe in front of my brother even though it didn’t lock
ayy, ’cause i know he ain’t gon’ steal no guap
i watch these b*tches one eye open just like fetty wap
and jetty keep givin’ me these pills, i’m like, “jetty, stop”
uh, got a lil’ bad b*tch in the hills, you gon’ suck or not?
foreign car and cut the top

[verse 4: baby smoove]
oh, that’s when it stop? alright, alright, alright
i be rollin’ with some n*ggas from the neighborhood
i’m in detroit ridin’ with some sh*t that’ll flip suge
this srt been on thirty chases and it’s still good
i’ma be super rich, sh*t, i should buy neverland
my drank came out the pharm’, yours was in a pan
i wasn’t in la for a day, made two hundred grand
my b*tch chillin’ at lv, yours on onlyfans
[verse 5: ceo trayle]
uh, your b*tch wanna suck the d, that’s her only plans
i got a hundred blues from the d in canola cans
you know big c4 move with the ski with his gun in hand
i told my n*gga just take the plea or they gon’ bake his ass
uh, i cut the head off all of the snakes before i rake the grass
ayy, amiri my motherf*ckin’ jeans so i’m just skatin’ past
ayy, lil’ n*gga, you ain’t gettin’ no money like this with your hatin’ ass
you said that you was gonna call a blitz with your fakin’ ass

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