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lirik lagu top 5 – t-shyne

top 5 lyrics
[intro]
uh*uh, uh*uh
uh*uh, uh*uh
ooh*ooh*ooh, ooh*ooh*ooh
ooh*ooh*ooh, ooh*ooh*ooh

[verse 1]
the way i’m ballin’, they gon’ have to put me up on sports center
got all my haters mad ’cause they know i’m a racks spender
told myself i’ll be the man, n*gga, that was last winter
look myself in the mirror and said, “don’t ever get off track n*gga”
i can f*ck a n*gga b*tch 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 d*ck and cleaned it up like a laundromat
said i was gone be a star and n*ggas used to laugh at that
told her, “count that money up,” and now a n*gga stackin’ that
n*ggas actin’ like they know me, they don’t know how my life was
i’m tweakin’ off, my n*gga, but i still gotta buzz
how you think your b*tch a saint? she sucked my d*ck inside the club
i been ballin’, putting up w’s like i’m ghostface
n*ggas think they hot ’til they get turned into a cold*case
i’m just one n*gga, but all my b*tches, they go both ways
every day i wake up, pray to god and hope for my place

[chorus]
wallah, you ain’t getting sh*t from me (wallah)
i’m top five, gotta keep the bl!ck 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’ sh*t on me (sh*t)
i’m top five, so they call me big homie (big)
yeah, top five, and i’m having rick on me (rick)
yeah, top five, and i got ya b*tch on me (uh)
[verse 2]
ridin’ in a benz, i don’t got no time for fake friends (yeah)
ballin’ like i’m jordan, sp*ce jam (sp*ce jam)
and i used to sell grams (yeah)
stash inside my waist band (stash)
i remember skipping turn styles at the station (woah)
made it to the top, i was rappin’ down in the bas*m*nt (yeah)
i can never fail, n*ggas tellin’ lies, tellin’ fairytales (tales)
payin’ for my b*tches nails, and i bought some new chanel (chanel)
wavy like i’m max b (yeah), i’m screamin’ “free biggavel”
and i got a castle for a crib, that sh*t a citadel
yeah, i’m going to heaven, but i’m still gon’ give these n*ggas h*ll
got this bad b*tch from london, her favorite singer is adele
threw my d*ck in her p*ssy like a quarter in a wishing well
hit her once and wished her well (wish her well)
i ain’t never going to tell (nah)
if it’s beef, then at me n*gga
i just hope i bump into him, i ain’t talking ’bout no ache n*gga
yeah, i ain’t talking bout no ache n*gga, p*ssy
f*ck you talking ’bout, n*gga? pull up

[chorus]
wallah, you ain’t getting sh*t from me (wallah)
i’m top five, gotta keep the bl!ck 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’ sh*t on me (wallah, sh*t)
i’m top five, so they call me big homie
yeah, top five, and i’m having rick on me
yeah, top five, and i got ya b*tch on me (uh)
[outro]
yeah, top five, yeah
top five, yeah, top five
shawty tryna k!ll these n*ggas

- t shyne

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