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top floor - shemar pierre lyrics

re*sad, re*sad
uh*uh*uh*uh (echo)
uh*uh*uh*uh (echo)
i love this
uh*uh*uh*uh (echo)
uh*uh*uh*uh (echo)

(music)

yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

whoa, whoa, yeah

i don’t like when they f*ckin’ talk to me
i let the chopper sing just like a harmony
designer my fit, give a f*ck what it’s costin’ me
upin’ the stick, bullet fly through his artery
and i’m servin’ this pot like a pharmacy
pull up, ain’t shootin’ from far like an orgy
puttin’ up vibes, i’m not talkin’ geometry
feel like i’m kobe
f*ck n*gga, who is your god?
shooter named dennis, he stay with that rod
poppin’ a perky like i’m playin’ cod
f*ck on this foreign, she came from abroad, yeah
all of my n*ggas do fraud
two seven clips in my hand like a saw
for diggity, kick a n*gga like a maw
f*ck it
my n*gga, back, back
swerve through the a in that motherf*ckin’ scatpack
hit from the back ’cause lil’ shorty, her ass fat
if he want smoke, then the glock finna match that
if he want smoke, then the glock finna burn him
my shooters still with ’em, walter returnin’
know that i cl!ck at a opp like a cursor
i guess them n*ggas ass wanted for murder
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
most of these n*ggas be cappin’, they rappin’
stick with a stick like, “lil’ n*gga, what happen?”
me and my gun, n*gga, i’m never lackin’
mm, yeah, i just got a motherf*ckin’ backend
servin’ the za, got that motherf*ckin’ pack in
just like a seatbelt, we keepin’ the straps in (mm)
all of my n*ggas, we stackin’ (mm)
pieces is hittin’, we bringin’ the racks in (uh*huh)
top*floor sh*t, n*gga, you better tap in
bring back the drum, n*gga, we get it clappin’ (mm)
you wouldn’t last an hour or a minute or a second
walkin’ ’round in these four hundred dollar boots
i come from a city n*ggas test you if you pretty
f*ck around and find out if we really shoot
yeah, i cannot believe it
i just blew a check on margielas, havies, and neiman
top floor, penthouse, hit her spot, she screamin’
really, it’s always been for you, i
money and the hoes, expensive cars, expensive clothes
hoes on the roof, really, it’s always been for you, i
put on for my city, laced in gold like nefertiti
in the end, it’s really always been for you, i

- shemar pierre lyrics

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