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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : Top 2 Not 2
(Damn, JakeSand)
Yeah

I see a risk? I take it
I take a sip, I´m dranking (I take it)
Bitch, I´m flier than a Martian, it´s only right I play the spaceship

Summertime I´m in the Nike mask ‘cause, bitch, I´m famous
Roll it up then pour it up, I´m selfish, shit, I´m facing
You can´t keep it a hunnid? Bye-bye ‘cause, shit, I´m Franklin
Million dollar dinner plate on the table, the shit I´m craving
Shit, these bullets hot, he cooked with Cajun
Off a quarter of the Fortune Cookie, in here looking Asian
You was open, let him in yo head thinking you shouldn´t take it

That shot? You could´ve made it

I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I´m dranking
(I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I´m dranking)
Bitch, I´m flier than a Martian, it´s only right I play the spaceship
(Bitch, I´m flier than a Martian, it´s only right I play the spaceship)

Buying Number (N)ine when I´m spraying fragrance
I know skimmers, I know scammers hacking databases
If he don´t speak no Guapanese then that shit ain´t my language
Heard you Dead by Daying, heard you play by playing

Not me

Bitch, I been that guy
You got a couple laps to run, I´m at the finish line
Said that money grow on trees? You seen a pig that fly?
I was on that double up shit, now I triple mine´s
Bitch, I´m sipping on a Wock´ pop in a droptop
Grab the Striker from the chop shop, rock the opps´ block
Was at the bottom, it was ha-ha, we on top now
Line wrapped around the block, I dropped it in a Crockpot
Bitch, I Glock tote and I crack rock
Pull up like the SWAT, not SoFaygo, we not gon´ knock-knock

Mini Draco give him a halo or make him Hopscotch
I used to be up in the crowd, I´m who they watch now
Look at my watch now
If I die by the gun then I went out like Tony
Said he need them in three? Tell him, “Pull up by Coney”
Every day, everything, my whole life trophies
It ain´t ‘018, we don´t go and ride stollies

Vanilla buffs, chocolate tint like a sundae
Lava underneath my fucking feet, where´s the runway?
Bible on the dash, shit, the ‘Hawk ready for gunplay
Looking back at time like I knew I´d do it someday
Thinking ‘bout the grind like I knew I´d do it some way

What´s yo iOS? Yo life need a update
I was pulling hair to stack a ten, now that shit chump change
Boss meeting, pull up a chair if you got something to say
I ain´t top ten, I ain´t top five
I ain´t top three but, bitch, I´m top two
And I am not two
Bitch, you know the vibes
Wyoming king, push a button just to close the blinds
I can clap and turn the lights off
All this cheese, I think I´m finna get the mice caught
Ten assists to the gang, I´m getting dimes off
Cuddy play a dirty game like fuck what the fines cost
Tryna clean it up, the spot smell like Pine-Sol

Spot a opp and let it go, like some Lysol
Aventador and the ‘Ghini when I drive off
Push up out me out in traffic? That´s a life lost
We out the window with it
If Tron stepping out, just know them killers with them
He ain´t gang? We can´t hang, I ain´t chilling with him