Top Songs By King Philip
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Lindsey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Latrell James
Producer
Hazardis Soundz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Huh I'ma top floor it if they let me
Some streets I'm on be guessy need a lint roller I'm messy
Back when my shorty was cheating I got in my feelings that money my bestie
Left car running like Jesse know that they cant grand theft me
Know it was real when ma ain't call police when that nigga got shot off that 10 speed
Niggas don't know how to stand in the ocean I'm cool put my bitch on a jet ski
Na death threat don't stress me na they cant jump here I'm wesley
Choke hold can't get neck free, no go where I
No go where I'm sliding like I'm cooking out with the fam huh
Turned it to a movie I done went Ludacris with them grams huh
All love when it's backstage but I gotta move around with that fan huh
Trying catch good weather cuzzo been doing a lot with that tan
Why them captions bitter I got og's move them shells around like master splinter
She gone wanna make a million if I'm rapping with her
I couldn't see that Benz or rollie had to tap antenna
I'm a savage nigga hold up
Huh Dumbing out dumbing out aye
Hoodied Up Hoodied up aye
She hit me line every time she see me spin aye
I'm coming down round them demons drop the brim aye
We all the way it get messy bout them m's uh
Dumbing out dumbing out aye
Hoodied up hoodied up aye
She hit my bddddrrp every time she see me
I'm coming down round them demons drop the brim aye
We all the way it get messy bout them
Huh I'ma 5 star if they sleeping got me right off in the deep end
Smirking I'm gold teething
Come round here they ask you where you from for no reason
Dip set for the screeching inf red for the reaching
Twenty percent tint like president that's for the sneaking
Kept it cool like Kieth my cuz got locked up every weekend
Sheesh them bags say Niemans now she out here fiending
I was air force one cleaning she ain't want part like
She ain't want part like I'm tony she caught up with frank bet that went all to the bank
I was right there on that porch going hard in the paint heavy on street like a tank
Moving like 600 series before I come short yea I'ma shout out my drink
Running them yards up I shine in the field like a saint doubters gone act like its ain't
Them captions crazy all them flashbacks from them buildings got me downtown wavy
I can't come off what I grind for have them pushing daisy
We stood tall on every corner ain't no moving flaky
It's Dorchester baby
Huh Dumbing out dumbing out aye
Hoodied Up Hoodied up aye
She hit me line every time she see me spin aye
I'm coming down round them demons drop the brim aye
We all the way it get messy bout them m's uh
Dumbing out dumbing out aye
Hoodied up hoodied up aye
She hit my bduurp every time she see me
I'm coming down round them demons drop the brim aye
We all the way it get messy bout them
Writer(s): Philip Lindsey
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