[Intro]
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Top Shelf
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(coughing)
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(shit)
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[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
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I'm chilling, literally
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My neck is glittery
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Niggas got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh)
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While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected
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I hear that bitch moaning
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Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)
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Niggas talkin' diss and when I know they are respected
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Put they hoes and friends on my guest list
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That wasn't directed, all you can do is accept it, or I will intercept it
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And throw it back to left bitch, the first nigga she slept with
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We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list
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Whats the point of death when niggas can exist in whats destined?
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I took a shot, boom, boom, bam, (POP!)
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They all wanna' rock and claim that music hip-hop (Brrroooop)
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But you're just imitation, deflation, you're in migration
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Just, pucker lips and suck a dick, as I'm meditating
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Escaping from emancipation, doctors and faggot cops (Eaagh!)
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Been a couple of months since I turned the block (Eeerrmm!)
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I kill niggas you can call me homicidal, I'm married to the game
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Nigga shes my bridal, wife and I will love her for life
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Well all I know is me and MellowHype, brothers for life
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And we don't give a shit about your problems mutha' fuckas' (fuck yall' niggas)
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Go run about it or solve them mutha' fuckas'
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We ain't fuckin' with yall' (nigga!)
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We ain't fuckin' with yall'
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[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
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Fuck everybody else, all Hodgy need is Left
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Break it down on the stoop, rollin' up on the stairs
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Smokin' up a lotta' weed, Chillin' with Domo G
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Buying dog for the feed, MellowHigh till I read
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R.I.P on my grave, nigga still gettin' paid
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Family got it made, haters still talkin' shit
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But that ain't meanin' much, Bitch nigga meet em' up
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I shoot him with -In his face and leave his -
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Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
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Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
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Wolf Gang run tonight nigga mutha' fuck your clan
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Gettin' money payin' uncle sam
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On the canvas cam, wait till I paint the sand (Yeea!)
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On the beach, on the atlas where ya' hands can't reach (Yeea!)
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Pay for my hotel ticket, she gon' suck my dick at least (Yeea!)
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Bought my car, only broke niggas lease, I got your bitch on a leash
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And her perfume on my fleece, Shes sweet like reecees
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[X2]
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You know we takin' shots (what?!)
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Know we takin' shots (what?!)
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Empty the clip, reload that bitch(Brrrrrroooop)
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Know we takin' shots, Niggas know we takin' shots
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Know we takin' shots (what?!)
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Empty the clip, reload that bitch
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Know we takin' shots
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(We ain't fuckin' with yall')
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(We ain't fuckin' with yall')
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GNC
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Mellowhype |