Lyrics

Hop on top This don't stop La Di Da Don't break my heart That what I thought What its gone cost? Oh My God Oh My God Yeah This that "what" Fuck that snow don't bluff You talk too much Won't gas you up Yeah How you gone leave me on read like I wann fuckin witcha? Yeah How you gone snitch on ya boy like he wann bustin witcha? How you gone blemish ya boy like he wann touchin em' up? Traffic light in my cup Know I been lining em' up Guns & cash N the tuck Talm bout pussy I guess you don't get it enough Got toys like Toys R Us Talm bout a whole lotta nothing Niggas keep playing with this shit on my mama ima push that button How you gone blemish ya boy like he wann touchin em up Guns and cash N the tuck I hit the bitch with the Uh Cardi B turn this "Up" Know I party like im outchea with Nicki and shit, fuck the whole club up Told that baby I feel like Drake when with you cause aint no Future with us Shawty keep talking how she hate how I treat her, way I fuck her that's some she love I was posted up the night that buddy got killed but if you ask me now I'm like huh? Pipe the bitch down then she had to crip walk out my crib, now she keep callin me cuz My weed the only thing that's gone stank in this room but us going up is a must BItches keep talm bout how they wanna be my Queen, Nother one done bit the dust Let the money talk everytime I walk in the room Pussy nigga ego get crushed Damn I understand that you feel the how you feel but you still doing too much Niggas be talking bout a whole lotta shit they ain't did, like a teacher N class boy hush Hop on top This don't stop La Di Da Don't break my heart That what I thought What its gone cost? Oh My God Oh My God Yeah This that "what" Fuck that snow don't bluff You talk too much Won't gas you up Yeah How you gone leave me on read like I wann fuckin witcha? Yeah How you gone snitch on ya boy like he wann bustin' witcha? Hop on top This don't stop La Di Da Don't break my heart That what I thought What its gone cost? Oh My God Oh My God Yeah This that "what" Fuck that snow don't bluff You talk too much Won't gas you up Yeah How you gone leave me on read like I wann fuckin witcha? Yeah How you gone snitch on ya boy like he wann bustin witcha? Hop on top Hop on top
Writer(s): Khai Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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