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letra de top floor business - kibo

top floor business, i’m on the sixty-seventh floor
and my jaun look like christie from tekken 4
i ain’t doing sh-t until my mother-f-cking beverage poured
just put two and two together, made a megazord [you wouldn’t get it though]
i’m in a meeting in my avirex leather of course
we don’t deal with d-ckhead business, what you tryna’ get in for?
bouncer outside built like zangief will disconnect your jaw
yeah, and my spliff built like final fantasy 7 sword
d-mn, i reckon that’s what the feds here for
i just told them my name’s enrique and i’m from ecuador
i don’t just pick up from thе plug, i call an executor
might go have 2 – 3 swings with 4 sеparate jauns
top of the morning, it’s the louis vuitton leprechaun
looking like i stepped in sauce, you ain’t seen these creps before
top floor business, i’m in the jetson’s gaff
surely want a birkin bag, she might get a breakfast bap
it’s 3 watches where my arm connects to my hand
a hundred thousand pound handshakes when i give my brethren daps
we having skyscr-per discussions, sipping wray & neph’ bussin trade deals with the russians
on my wrist is a mcflurry and a kfc krushem
hnro on the beat that’s my wavey accomplice
new establishment got eight hundred elevator b-ttons
someone kway out in asia i can’t bait the location
i just bet on a race against jason statham
first one to abseil down it wins six hundred k bruv
of course i won, what sort of question is that, dummy
rematch in saudia arabia so it’s more of that coming
truck tipper got unlimited tactics to stack hundreds
new drum got revolving doors and gatling gun turrets
007 nightfire i’m on the roof with a sniper, i just made my way into the shubz via a zip-wire
at first i’ll shoot a pigeon out the frickin sky for all them sh-tty times i had to eat bookey chicken shop wing and thighs
let me dim the lights, this is big money ambiance
top floor beating my chest; i swear that’s donkey kong
chonky wonga stash might grab the tonkies by the cash
slap you across the face with it, do your job little man
top floor business in a room you can’t go inside
you didn’t even know that elevators go this high
hopped out the chopper and i landed on a motorbike
oh my f-cking days it’s the white chocolate golemite
my bath tub lift up, my walls doing 360
came up out the water like i’m free w-lly
ceos on the phone wanna’ speak with me
even villains spin in my chair like ‘mm, greetings g’
you know them big-ass buildings you pree and say “what the f-ck are those?”
yeah, i’m in one of those
i know if your baby mother want her son at home, she left him there alone; you should probably check on him
i’ll drop her off in the morning, don’t even stress on it
i can’t save her though; my chest ain’t got an s on it
it’s got 2 gs on it [jesus]
top floor business, i think i’m steve jobs
keep on hating me i’m steazing on you nutjobs
i’m on the top floor; the one that you should jump off
[blud, what?] it’s like i said before:
top floor business, i’m on the sixty-seventh floor
i just put two and two together, made a megazord
that’s from a whole other school of next-level thought

- kibo

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