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letra de on top - mary j. blige

on top lyrics
[intro: fivio foreign, jay-z, & dre]
cool n dre
this is
woo! woo!

[verse 1: mary j. blige & fivio foreign]
i’ve been busy just keeping my mind (ha!)
on love
on peace (hoo!)
i’ve finished the job that i started
on god (woo!)
on me
i’m giving my hardest
remember nights alone (ha!)
couldn’t see right from wrong (no!)
now i’m back and i’m better (bla!)
big step in margiellas (woo!)
buss down sky dweller (woo!)
my time a little better
who run it? (hoo!)
career the longest (hoo!)
i want it, i own it (hoo!)
new deals, big money (hoo!)
be honest (hoo!)
who better? (hoo!)
new whips, blue leather
you know i got the plan and the motive
it’s whatevеr (woo!)
[chorus: mary j. blige & fivio foreign]
bet on me, why not?
don’t act like i nеver left on top (no)
and now it’s time to give you more
back in the door (woo!)
you need to bet on me, why not?
you know the game really needs love
i came to come and lift ’em up (oh!)
you know my people ain’t forgot (yeah!)
i’m right where i need to be (woo!)
on top

[post-chorus: mary j. blige]
ayy, who run it? (who run it?)
who run it? (who run it?)
be honest (be honest)
one hundred (one hundred)
ayy, who run it? (who run it?)
who run it? (who run it?)
be honest (be honest)
one hundred (one hundred)

[verse 2: fivio foreign]
uh, shorty protected (haha)
i’m watching tv, i saw her on netflix
she want a demon and i was selected (woo! yeah, look, huh)
all in my section (look, huh)
this is my city, i’m giving aggression
none of my shooters is getting arrested (nah)
who run it? (who run it? huh)
eight hundred (eight hundred), they buggin’
dare a n-gga come and say some (bow!)
none of my b-tches gon’ play dumb
i see a opp n-gga, i’ma break some
most of these n-ggas ain’t lay none
if i had to, i shoot at my day ones (bow!)
my lil’ brother caught a body (ha)
boy, be quiet
all that subbing get me tight (ha)
see they face and then he fire (boom, boom!)
huh, huh, just let me woo walk
over to new york
a n-gga die come here tryna goof off
[chorus: mary j. blige & fivio foreign]
bet on me, why not?
don’t act like i never left on top (a n-gga die come here tryna goof off)
and now it’s time to give you more
back in the door
you need to bet on me, why not?
you know the game really needs love
i came to come and lift ’em up
you know my people ain’t forgot
i’m right where i need to be
on top

- mary j blige

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