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top lookin down - yo gotti lyrics

[verse 1: yo gotti]
i leave nothing on the table, i’m a greedy a n-gg-
shout my young bull word to my philly n-gg-s
my new young b-tch said she been f-cking ball players
you see me ’round some n-gg-s know they all real
club lit, club lit
stevie j bring the record back
kids ttipping this dope (trip)
where the f-ck my banger at
stevie j dropped oouu oouu
why the f-ck he ain’t think of that
n-gg-s thinkin’ we cool, naw n-gg- ain’t none of that
yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
real n-gg- in real life, you a real n-gg- on the internet
real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
fake n-gg-s having fake issues, all you hatin’ n-gg-s put a end to that
nothing but k!llers in my session, this sh-t deathrow
bought a rollie on my extras, left tho
i be getting to the money ain’t no plan b
i be goin’ so hard they try to ban me
aye, look your mcm all in my section tryna take a selfie
i won’t give that p-ssy back they say i’m acting selfish
i made 20 million dollars ain’t sh-t you can tell me
gave my life to the streets, i hope that sh-t don’t fail me
a million dollar smell like some new cologne
that b-tch ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
patek philipe and i can’t even set the date
buyin’ time but i’m still runnin’ late

[pre-chorus: yo gotti]
i got all the chains on like a field n-gg-
i’m standing on these couches with my lil’ n-gg-s
i don’t want no rap now, i don’t feel n-gg-s
this is ain’t for no b-tches, this for real n-gg-s

[chorus: meek mill & yo gotti]
real n-gg-s at the top
fake n-gg-s at the bottom
and if you bring them p-ssy n-gg-s up with you
better leave ’em where you got ’em
top lookin’ down, top lookin’ down
top lookin’ down, top lookin’ down
real n-gg-s at the top
fake n-gg-s at the bottom
and if you bring them p-ssy n-gg-s up with you
better leave ’em where you got ’em
top lookin’ down, top lookin’ down
top lookin’ down, top lookin’ down

[verse 2: meek mill]
yeah, came through for the payback
pulled up in a maybach
bought the dawn, took the wraith back
wrist rocky like a$ap (bust down)
bought the b-tch a lil’ birkin bag
that’s my paper, let her taste that
plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playin’ that
n-gg- we lit, i’m in m.i.a
thats your b-tch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
that’s your b-tch, tell your hoe to close her legs (oh boy)
count that paper with my eyes closed
caught me with that b-tch and she went viral
threw that p-ssy at me like a spiral
caught it like odell beckham young rich n-gg- they can’t check i’m on one

[extended pre-chorus: yo gotti & meek mill]
aye, we don’t want them b-tches they some gold diggers (b-tch)
we don’t do plain jane this sh-t for old n-gg-s (bust down, bust down)
we bust down that rollie just to show n-gg-s (ha)
we bust down that rollie, we don’t owe n-gg-s (no)
i got all the chains on like a field n-gg-
i’m standing on these couches with my lil’ n-gg-s
i don’t want no rap now, i don’t feel n-gg-s
this is ain’t for no b-tches, this for real n-gg-s

- yo gotti lyrics

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