Testo Lonely Top - Marlo
Testo della canzone Lonely Top (Marlo), tratta dall'album 1st & 3rd
I know some niggas that down on the floor (yeh-yeh)
Larry, Carolyn, and Lil' Mo
Walk with a stick when I go to the door (brrr)
Some of these bitches be straight up a hoe (yeh)
Wiggle your finger, now wiggle your toe (yeh-yeh)
Kickin' that work on the best in the bowl
I'm the blue rap, man, the black drug gold
Stick to the coat, never fold on the whole (uh-uh)
She give me head in the back of the B
Cap is so rare, bitch, I lost on her throat
Bitch, I'm a god and my son too po'
All black hair, cash, skirt, then I'm gone (gone)
Bitch, you be singin' my song and my bitch back like Gabrielle
Now I'm told to hoe bring it and own it
Kickin' that work, they be jumpin', I don't, uh (skirt-skirt)
Kickin' that work, they be jumpin', I don't (skirt)
Pack a ride, hit 'em in the back of the dome
I chip in stackin' and peppin' 'em due for the greatness
I be thinkin' 'bout Quayle (yeah)
Kickin' that brick like a back in these pretty hoe basic
Tiger with a maker to take it
And I got rich and brought me some acres
I'm in the latest, I'm in my jeans, my favorite
Hoppin' out the coupe with a bad bitch on me (yeah)
Put it in the face, bitch, call me Tony (Tony)
Bitch, I'ma die in your daddy's jabroni (jabroni)
If you're lonely, let's talk, where a bitch, I'm lonely (lonely)
Thinking like parking my soul, now I admit when I'm wrong
I just been serving that rug
I just been copping new cars
She know I'm the boy
Serving that glass out the store (yeah)
I just been holding it down for my niggas on the yard
Nigga, I kept a big pool
We was just broke on the low, no I'm taking no joke
Still taking rich nigga hoe
Droppin' lil' duke, make a fold and I stand at the store
Cookin' them brick by the load
I was just making your bitch straight, pimpin' your hoe
Nigga, your hoe won't go (go)
She wanna fuck on a nigga that's servin' 'em town
I know lil' move and I'm poundin' (yeah)
She gon' be real, real sorry, the bigger the plug, the bigger my car (car)
Bitch, I'ma start, yeah
Rockin' these jewels from Waffle, uh
Slappin', she give me the top, yeah (give me top)
Sweepin' these niggas with a broom, (broom) yeah
Moppin' these niggas with the crew, yeah
Bitch, I'm the root and I stand for my crew
Stand up all gang and you play with my gang
And I busted your brain and I work out your mane
Holding that drank and that bitch get to singing
Like banging and banging and banging and banging
Bitch, I'm the man, bitch know I'm the man
I don't want smoke nigga what is you saying, God damn
Hopping out the coupe with a bad bitch on me (yeah)
Put it in the face bitch, call me Tony (Tony)
Bitch, I'ma die in your daddy's jabroni (jabroni)
If you lonely, then talk with a bitch, I'm lonely (lonely)
Thinking like parking my soul, now I admit when I'm wrong
I just been serving that rug
I just been copping new cars
She know I'm the boy
Serving that glass out of store (yeah)
I just been holding it down for my niggas on the yard
Nigga, I kept a big pool
We was just broke on the low, no, I'm thinking no joke
Still taking rich nigga hoe
Droppin' lil' duke, make a fold and I stand at the store
Cookin' them bricks by the load
I was just making your bitch straight, pimpin' your hoe
Nigga, your hoe won't go (go)
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Writer(s): Rudolph Johnson, Deundraeus Portis
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