t-shyne top 5 şarkı sözleri

Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh The way I'm ballin', they gon' have to put me up on Sports Center Got all of my haters mad 'cause they know I'm a racks spender Told myself I'll be the man, nigga, that was last winter Look myself in the mirror and said, "Don't ever get off track, nigga I can f*ck a nigga bitch then f*ck another after that (facts) Keep it real with you, you couldn't make it out my habitat (nah) Drippin' money, I'm havin' that Shawty sucked this dick and cleaned it up just like a laundromat Said that I would be a star and niggas used to laugh at that Taught to count that money up and now a nigga stackin' that Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't know how my life was I don't drink at all my nigga but I still gotta buzz How you think your bitch a saint, she sucked my dick inside the club I've been ballin' puttin' up W's like I'm Ghostface Niggas think they hot 'til they get turned into a cold case I'm just one nigga but all my bitches they go both ways Everyday I wake up pray to God and hop for more days Wallah you ain't gettin' shit from me (wallah) I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (top five) Go outside, I know all the fans love me (uh) I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (yeah, yeah, top five) Yeah, Wallah they been talkin' shit on me (shit) I'm top five so they call me big homie (big) Yeah, top five and I'm havin' Rick on me (Rick) Yeah, top five and I got ya bitch on me (uh) Ridin' in a Benz, I don't got time for fake friends Ballin' like I'm Jordan, Space Jam (Space Jam) And I used to sell grams Stash inside my waist band I remember skippin' turn styles at the station Made it to top, I was rappin' down in the basement I can never fail, niggas tellin' lies, tellin' fairytales Payin' for my bitches nails and I bought some new Chanel Wavy like I'm Max B, I'm screamin', "Free Biggavel" And I got a castle for a crib, that shit a citadel Yeah I'm goin' to heaven but I'm still goin' to give these niggas hell Got this bad bitch from London, her favorite singer is Adele Threw my dick in her pussy like a quarter in a wishin' well Hit her once and wished her well I ain't never goin' to tell If its beef then at me nigga I just hope I bump into him, ain't talkin' bout no acne nigga Yeah, I ain't talkin' bout no acne, nigga, pussy F*ck you talkin' 'bout nigga, pull up Wallah you ain't gettin' shit from me (wallah) I'm top five, gotta keep the blick on me (top five) Go outside, I know all the fans love me (love me) I'm top five and I keep the bands on me (yeah, yeah, top five) Yeah, Wallah they been talkin' shit on me (shit) I'm top five so they call me big homie Yeah, top five and I'm havin' Rick on me Yeah, top five and I got ya bitch on me (on me) Top five, yeah, yeah Top five, yeah, yeah Top five Shawty tryna killa nigga
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