letra de top - reapsoul
(ayo reap, run that sh-t back)
choppa make him dance, ain’t no pants on his b-tch
i jus get these bands treat his main girl like sh-t what
imma k!ll the boy cause that motha f-cka’ snitched
all you motha f-ckas copy paste me, suck my d-ck
p-ssy ride your own wave
blow his brains like cobain
got me sick like covid
i’m so lit i’m glowin’
p-ssy ride your own wave
you fake and you know it
your b-tch on my d-ck
and you know she finna’ blow it
yo b-tch gimme top top top top
i’m almost to the top top top top
test me better stop stop stop stop
or you’ll get pop pop pop popped
i ain’t with that nonsense
bullet hit em’ in his noggin
ain’t no witness he ain’t got no friends
and if he did, i’d jus’ k!ll him again
that b-tch wanna come over
she drunk as f-ck nah she ain’t hungovеr
i’m off the drugs, the gas i’m slumped ovеr
she pulled up anyways i bent her over
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