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Feel like Andrew Tate, I'm Top G Got all these enemies, bitch they trying to pop me Shawty saying i'm the best, little hoe I agree Hopping out the Gatti, talk about it till I leave like Treat her like a dog, hoe roll over Breaking down her walls, no bulldozer Scam him out his life, insured owner Cops on the road, don't pull over Stop being a bitch bro, depression ain't real Masked up at his crib, bitch you know it's shoot to kill He's not on death row, but just ate his last meal Pop up on the plug, eight large for the deal Insta-kill his ass real quick like a reel Yo bitch jugging my banana fast, no peel She ask me it good, honestly it's not ideal I could bag your friend, her grip has a better feel Whipping round the foreign, have my big bro take the wheel Whipping round the foreign, make them custom tires squeal Facing pounds of Za, bro my lungs are made of steel Electric in my blunt, bro this shit hit like an eel Waiting for the drop, guess this is the reveal Mating season, this hoe claps just like a seal My game is so epic bro, not talking Unreal Been in the game, bitch i'm balling like O'Neal The definition of misogyny, encyclopedia? Feel like Mr. Tate, how i'm banned from social media Feel like Lydia from Breaking Bad, i'm sipping Stevia Bro begging for crack, like what the fuck you needed bruh? Fuck YouTube dawg, me and all my boys head to Rumble Feening in the trap, yet another bag you fucking fumble Copy my style, it's clear your whole life gonna fucking crumble Copy my pack, bitch I pop your ass just like a bubble Feel like Andrew Tate, I'm Top G Got all these enemies, bitch they trying to pop me Shawty saying i'm the best, little hoe I agree Hopping out the Gatti, talk about it till I leave like Treat her like a dog, hoe roll over Breaking down her walls, no bulldozer Scam him out his life, insured owner Cops on the road, don't pull over Feel like Andrew Tate the way I make these bitches need me Human trafficking up on the charge, I beat it easy Gucci and Armani on my suit, i'm looking sleazy Step two of their plan, yeah they never gonna free me Feel like Andrew Tate the way i'm breaking through the Matrix Pop a gram of zen in the morning, this a day trip Fucking with my shottas, big mistake, it's a great risk Free Top G till it's backwards, I can't say shit Nah, I can't say shit Free Top G, I can't say shit Aye Cmon bro Free Andrew He ain't do nothing wrong
Writer(s): David Debuf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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