Big Sean - Top Boy ft.DRAKE | Текст песни

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• Big Sean
• Top Boy ft.DRAKE

Still in your heels
And that dress
Yeah I know you like it proper
All she wanna do is party
And she ain't from Mississauga

Bring that back
Arch that back
And she working with the NaNa
Hit the runway for the run up
That's just comma after comma
I hope you still aware of what the message is
Thinking that you special just cause you done seen a specialist
Man I need some labels on my line
Trying to sign me like I'm deaf and shit
Got up in the game they on the bench and it's indefinite

Codeine in my sprite and get a taste of my own medicine

Name and stone claim and bold
I sin a little but I pray a lot
Old is same as same is old
I say a little cause it says a lot

Run it up, run it up
These kids can't run with us
The city never needed you nigga'
You beggin' for attention
Who you pleading to nigga'
Claiming that eating nigga'
But who feeding you nigga'

All these guys want to rap, pop caine'
But they think able
We here for the spot and the mail but to hell with that voodoo
We can all sit at the table
My girls voice getting hoarse
Askin' me for something stable, yeah

Stephen king me
All is scary as it seems
Got em' in they feelings like watching 16 candles
Cause they couldn't hold a candle to my 16th
Super Bowl 48
Shit over your head like a bad snap on the first play
Nigga's need to run it back , catch that
Throw a band at it ah uh, thats jus' kat stacks

Its about you pop, not how you peep
It ain't about what you cop, it's about you keep
Oh my man this is our year boy
Enticing them all I'm back with the flow
They Holyfield, lend me your ear boy

And every nigga' want a big house
But every nigga' hates the big house
And every girl claims it's real hair
But all these women want to wig out

She not afraid of the lies
She not afraid of the lies
She not afraid of the life
She not afraid of the side effects of this side
She just scared of the hype, yeah

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