lirik lagu plymouth da pheonix – topsy turvy
chea
topsy turvy situations
make a n-gga
dirty
riding thru the rummage of my city
tryna find freedoms ventilation
in a captive land
of oppressed being
glock to hand
hold
barrel to head
put the money in the bag
f-ck n-gga
slugs
splatter thoughts
like broken juice jugs
lost souls in and outta courts’
poof
gone
i be on my seasaw
between good and evil
tryna live right
ignite the morals of my people
but
it be them cold nights
like snow fall
street lights
when hunger set in
and you call ur manz
the n-gga u always there for
and he like he cant lend u a helping hand
or u hit up ur favorite piece of p-ssy
u know shopping sprees on her
thinking she goin provide the milk for u to dump ur cookie
nope
these r the slow rates
at which n-ggas develop dark hate
at which a n-gga like me
get a dark liquor
pop a pink pill
die scrace
the being of broken heartedness raises the death rates
this is what we call revenge
most n-ggas die
a few get richer
but like old folk p-ssing
i guess it all depends n-gga
chorus
money ain’t lookin right
bytches tryna play a n-gga
i ain’t n the mood to play saint tonight
coming from the city of sin
im really tryna
rob
u
nig
gaaaaaaaa
most days im so so
but beware when im feelin topsy
turvy
cause i might
mur
daaaa
u
nig
gaaaaaa
verse: 2
n-ggas must expect ima lay down
like a sucka
with a densed frown
n-gga ima child of my mother
faught cancer like a og
they talked shyt on poppa
he over came it
but in the end they both fell like chopped trees
i mean
burden is a bytch
but the liquor im on it dark as h-ll
and warming me up
cause
if i face life sober
i might be indicted to a jail cell
for ringing one of u f-ck n-ggas kneck
cause its no real here
they all at ur thoughts for a check
bytches sending lil hearts n
text
lying for dollars
i just drop the fuel on um
like outta control jets
mayday
these fool may play
but its march madness
welcome to my maylay
i could make a rain drop buy a fifth of water
lubricate
and come down on u p-ssies harder
this tape is the fight for u to relinquish ur past
call me john henry n-ggas
cause i den chopped the fake down to build tracks to ur path
ok
if ima fool
chasing fools gold
whats to call the n-gga with no true ambitions but to leach
made to suck an -ss hole
just to get paid at ceilings reach
cause he cant think for himself
its just the
art
of my instinct
for me to never give a f-ck
cause as soon as u do
ur sited for doing to much……………………………
d-mn
heart cold as february
over the city
watching snow flurries
in a fury
thinking
really
it aint a near n-gga that could f-ck with me
bigger
n badder
plymouth just twist thru the game like brownie batter
n the mist of confusion
i overcome bullshyts illusion
to realize even the devil lied about himself
cause its easy to fool men
so i never let um curve me
i just rise about when situations is topsy turvy
chorus
money ain’t lookin right
bytches tryna play a n-gga
i ain’t n the mood to play saint tonight
coming from the city of sin
im really tryna
rob
u
nig
gaaaaaaaa
most days im so so
but beware when im feelin topsy
turvy
cause i might
mur
daaaa
u
nig
gaaaaaa
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