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letra de lonely at the top - amayajane

[intro]
(ear drummers)

[verse 1: amayajane]
they be on my page, been watchin’ like what she on next?
i know this b-tch from texas love who love me just off of one text
i ain’t never been the type to fall in love just off of the neck
these hoes be sellin’ dreams, i know you fakin’ just like the rest
since 2017, i been alone, everything to the neck
‘member they was sleepin’, now they sayin’ that i’m up next
they love when you down bad, they hurt you, feel like they up one
i’m really missin’ screws like my daddy, feel like i’m too gone
i upped the score, [?], hustled too long
you can never get a hold of me, and i got two phones
these b-tches want my spot in the show, just lied and so wrong
it get lonely at the top, i know, it just feels so calm
really ’bout my business like my daddy, i’m workin’ ot
this b-tch takin’ notes on my insta’, now she think she me
hm, we tappin’ in for a feature and now he think it’s free
talkin’ ’bout a budget, can’t get sh-t with oz
i don’t beef over hoes
within a month, that b-tch’ll be free
b-tch is fabricated, she really thought that she could be me
christian louboutins for my baby just for bein’ me
her p-ssy not even worth mk, you get a baja freeze
talkin’ ’bout some money you ain’t got, better get on your knees
i’m gon’ say a prayer like, “god, get her some money, please”
i ain’t never been a hater, i’m eatin’ so we all gon’ eat
hate that it’s my time, sh-ttin’ on ’em with so much ease
j raise up the tombie in an instant when i say it’s green
no mercy on that b-tch, i’m sayin’ he gotta beg and plead
put that on the bro, who need a b-tch when i’m chasin’ cheese?
put up so much money, now they think i’m really scammin’ g’s
[verse 2: duffy]
it’s gon’ have ’em mad at me
duffel bag lv, this outfit a masterpiece
i just poured an awful lot of lean, this sh-t ain’t cheap
keep it on me, i done seen too many tragedies
sh-t, she love it here, she said she wanna come with me
i be callin’ plays, they tryna figure out my strategies
thirty clip pokin’, plus a loaf up in my skinny jeans
sh-t ain’t sweet, sh-t, i’m everything that he pretend to be
took a n-gga piece, he better charge it to the game
i’m a trophy, bae, you wanna f-ck with me, then keep it player
told him gamble with your life and we’ll turn this b-tch to vegas
if you love me, baby, set this play for me

[verse 3: blue pesos]
her ex a certified lame, she wanna set the play for me
told him, “dance like a stripper” or we gon’ call up rae sremmurd
shiesty on, let’s do it right, i got another case pendin’
blowin’ cash and totin’ straps, that is not your life, n-gga
sneaky threats, he gon’ pay the price for it
any n-gga think he tough, knock him off his high horse
lot of mud in the freezer, we keep pourin’ pints of it
too many thugs in the buildin’, b-tch, this not the place for you
them guns just for show, all you wanna do is post ’em
d-mn, bro, ayy, what happened? i don’t know, i’m playin’ dumb
i be quarterbackin’ sh-t and i don’t need no play book
he thought he had the pass, the next day, he got shook

- amayajane

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