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lirik lagu kiingrod - on top

[verse 1: kiingrod]
i been ballin’ on you n~ggas non~stop, god d~mn
i know you only hatin’ ‘cause i’m on top, god d~mn
i ain’t dropped the ball ‘cause i ain’t worried ‘bout the gram
but i promise i get to it, i’m just runnin’ up these bands
50s on the 100s, god d~mn it’s hard to think
money on my mind, got me forgetting how to blink
deezy in the corner, wrong movie won’t think
i’m just tryna let you know before you let the fifty sink

[verse 2: deezy]
f~ck you and your gang, we make a [?] bull sing
he was speakin’ on the dead, what the f~ck the n~gga think
i put 50 on this choppa, ‘nother 30 on this glock
if i n~gga diss the game then we posted on his block
and they like forty out the b~tch just to bust out my watch
i feel like stephen in this b~tch the way i came in with those shots
my own n~gga changed up, i should of pinned him to a cross
sh~t i had to quit my job, ‘cause what’s a worker to a boss?

[verse 3: kiingrod]
f~ck a job, we ain’t workin’ checkin’ chicken out the b~tch
deezy grab the whip, we got a flight in a bit
got a new plate, we gon’ hit off the sh~t
and we ain’t gon’ stop ‘till we get the gang rich
[?] backdoor, i need all that foreign sh~t
coke, air forcers, backwoods, and yo b~tch
if ain’t already hit, then i know the gang did
strictly the only f~ckin’ brothers, you know what the gang is

[verse 4: deezy]
i might die, go to jail, sh~t it’s what the gang is
gettin’ cold in my city, get a strap to keep the kids
n~ggas lookin’ lost like they don’t know what life to live
my old lady broke my heart, so i ain’t got no love to give
poppin’ percs with the lean like i ain’t got no life to live
sorry if i rude but things is f~ckin’ with the kid
i got money, i got problems, i like drugs, i like woods
for the n~ggas talkin’ crazy i put a 30 in this clip

[verse 5: kiing]
f~ck that love sh~t, give my all to a b~tch
usin’ perc 30, i ain’t stressin’ over sh~t
money is the motive, been the move since a kid
diamond’s drippy~drip~drip, you know sl!ck don’t slip
lose my trust once then that sh~t be gone
f~cked your b~tch once but i made her go home

[verse 6: deezy]
i’m the type to get a telly, never take her to my home
i keep callin’ all these shots, i feel like madden in my zone
think the boys tap my line, so when we talkin’ on this phone
“baby i don’t want yo p~ssy can you give a n~gga dome?”
how you in your bag, but never threw yo dog a bone?
brody bring the percs, so you know time to [?]

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