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TopNotch Swave - Aye Yall, We Gotta Rap (feat. L-T Terror, Salvatore Perigio & Tramaine) Lyrics



TopNotch Swave - Aye Yall, We Gotta Rap (feat. L-T Terror, Salvatore Perigio & Tramaine) Lyrics




Im inspired, by the Carter 5
FludGang

Yeah

I'm the one that you should bet on
Number 1, you number 2 cause nigga you been lead on
Pulling out the chrome and you the one I put the led on
Playing with the fire I suggest you get the hell on
Bound to show my ass even when I got belt on
Snitching ass nigga who you think you finna tell on
I'll catch a body even though I am a felon
Saying that i fell off but wonder who I fell on
Okay you got a foreign bitch, I got a foreign shooter
He be texting me, I have to translate from karma sutra
I just pay him what he want to come shoot you with the ruger
He be killing more dreams than that nigga Freddy Kruger
I hate a bitch who say she had a dream like Martin luther
Cause some shit ain't adding up unless my dick next to a ruler
I tell her mind her business before the business come and sue her
Then she end up in some shit that have her flowing thru the sewers
Yeah
Aye
Now maybe
I'm crazy
Cause lately
My women
Been texting and calling
Like baby
Why can't you pick up
Are you upset
Did i do wrong
Or why do you hate me
And I have no care in the world to reply
Cause I won't see they point, like I covered one eye
And honestly, I just don't think that I'm hot
But between me and you
I'm the best that they got

I'm tired of being hot gah damnit
Sweating like the top on the pot gah damnnit
My head be over heating
I be over eating, when it come to rapping
I be walking out booth all manic
Every time I say that I'm the truth they frantic
Soon as I begin to tell the truth they panic
But I'm so use to patterns, that the f*ck boys exhibit
I ain't going nowhere, nigga I'm like bad boy Diddy
I ain't scared when its bullets flying by my titties
Hear em whizzing, when they missing
They ain't hitting nothing like a fight with scary bitches
Joe budden, I would pump it up if niggas listen
I would sober up, if I'm riding wasn't my ambition
But it's to much pac in me
Ain't on the chronic
But it's so much doc in me
Some nice whites folks invested stock wit me
Some nice hood niggas trusted the rock wit me
I keep a Nina and she walk this block wit me
God got me and all she shot wit me
I battle demons ain't a day they not wit me
God bless you, the day you start wit me - Yeah
I'm tired of being hot gah damnitt
Scorching like the bottom of a pot gah dammnitt
My head be over heating
I be over eating, when it come it to rapping
I be walking out the booth all damaged

Hol up
I think they wanna follow me
But they can't do what I do I'm the anomaly
Number 1
I'm at the top and so they honor me
Salvatore like Italy so they Prada me
Nigga imma ghost
I make em stand until they sit on and get on
The f*ck up out my face
I'm like a vision I spit on
The nigga lookin at me wit a fit on I piss on
You stupid mother f*ckers, tryna stop me for I get on
Why would I stop and how could I not
Execute and still supply the have not
Not that I have but have I have got
Tryna measure up but you can only fill a half slot
Why the f*ck these niggas really think they measure up
Busting all the pipes and keepin all the pressure tucked
You would think I'm wit da mob
All Knuck no buck
18 wheels nigga
Jackknife, no truck
Squeezing on the squirter
Speedin like I'm burter
Bodying the verses
Got em thinkin that i hurt her
Pipe the bitch and in spite the bitch
I'm bout to wipe the bitch
Then skype the bitch
And act like the bitch, ain't have life and shit
Then slight the bitch and kill lights and shit
I'm the shit, and act like I is
I'm da beast and wiz
On some Disney shit

I'm coming through this thing first
Watch Tramaine work
I don't play around when it's time to go to church
Im like noah, with the, flud gang
Covered, with the, blood manie
Huh
I still keep it hood tho
On a good note
No death note
Marter she wrote
Thats what I do, daily
I die daily
Faith life, so crazy
Im crazy
Huh
Thats what they say tho
Preachaman be acting so faithful
But im grateful
I praise mo
I pray mo
I slay mo
Demons
Huh
Man I'm on a roll like a pollie
Man I be living so holy
But I got flaws
Man I be out wit my dawgs
Showing y'all this, how we ball
Man I
Rock with the alpha omega
Hmm
Man my God is so mega
Hmm
Jesus the only true saviour
Hmm
Holy, holy what I'm thinking
Hmm
God give seed to the sower
When it rains it pours, blessings
Hmm
God give seed to the sower
When it rains it pours, blessings
Hmm - yea
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Im inspired, by the Carter 5
FludGang

Yeah

I'm the one that you should bet on
Number 1, you number 2 cause nigga you been lead on
Pulling out the chrome and you the one I put the led on
Playing with the fire I suggest you get the hell on
Bound to show my ass even when I got belt on
Snitching ass nigga who you think you finna tell on
I'll catch a body even though I am a felon
Saying that i fell off but wonder who I fell on
Okay you got a foreign bitch, I got a foreign shooter
He be texting me, I have to translate from karma sutra
I just pay him what he want to come shoot you with the ruger
He be killing more dreams than that nigga Freddy Kruger
I hate a bitch who say she had a dream like Martin luther
Cause some shit ain't adding up unless my dick next to a ruler
I tell her mind her business before the business come and sue her
Then she end up in some shit that have her flowing thru the sewers
Yeah
Aye
Now maybe
I'm crazy
Cause lately
My women
Been texting and calling
Like baby
Why can't you pick up
Are you upset
Did i do wrong
Or why do you hate me
And I have no care in the world to reply
Cause I won't see they point, like I covered one eye
And honestly, I just don't think that I'm hot
But between me and you
I'm the best that they got

I'm tired of being hot gah damnit
Sweating like the top on the pot gah damnnit
My head be over heating
I be over eating, when it come to rapping
I be walking out booth all manic
Every time I say that I'm the truth they frantic
Soon as I begin to tell the truth they panic
But I'm so use to patterns, that the f*ck boys exhibit
I ain't going nowhere, nigga I'm like bad boy Diddy
I ain't scared when its bullets flying by my titties
Hear em whizzing, when they missing
They ain't hitting nothing like a fight with scary bitches
Joe budden, I would pump it up if niggas listen
I would sober up, if I'm riding wasn't my ambition
But it's to much pac in me
Ain't on the chronic
But it's so much doc in me
Some nice whites folks invested stock wit me
Some nice hood niggas trusted the rock wit me
I keep a Nina and she walk this block wit me
God got me and all she shot wit me
I battle demons ain't a day they not wit me
God bless you, the day you start wit me - Yeah
I'm tired of being hot gah damnitt
Scorching like the bottom of a pot gah dammnitt
My head be over heating
I be over eating, when it come it to rapping
I be walking out the booth all damaged

Hol up
I think they wanna follow me
But they can't do what I do I'm the anomaly
Number 1
I'm at the top and so they honor me
Salvatore like Italy so they Prada me
Nigga imma ghost
I make em stand until they sit on and get on
The f*ck up out my face
I'm like a vision I spit on
The nigga lookin at me wit a fit on I piss on
You stupid mother f*ckers, tryna stop me for I get on
Why would I stop and how could I not
Execute and still supply the have not
Not that I have but have I have got
Tryna measure up but you can only fill a half slot
Why the f*ck these niggas really think they measure up
Busting all the pipes and keepin all the pressure tucked
You would think I'm wit da mob
All Knuck no buck
18 wheels nigga
Jackknife, no truck
Squeezing on the squirter
Speedin like I'm burter
Bodying the verses
Got em thinkin that i hurt her
Pipe the bitch and in spite the bitch
I'm bout to wipe the bitch
Then skype the bitch
And act like the bitch, ain't have life and shit
Then slight the bitch and kill lights and shit
I'm the shit, and act like I is
I'm da beast and wiz
On some Disney shit

I'm coming through this thing first
Watch Tramaine work
I don't play around when it's time to go to church
Im like noah, with the, flud gang
Covered, with the, blood manie
Huh
I still keep it hood tho
On a good note
No death note
Marter she wrote
Thats what I do, daily
I die daily
Faith life, so crazy
Im crazy
Huh
Thats what they say tho
Preachaman be acting so faithful
But im grateful
I praise mo
I pray mo
I slay mo
Demons
Huh
Man I'm on a roll like a pollie
Man I be living so holy
But I got flaws
Man I be out wit my dawgs
Showing y'all this, how we ball
Man I
Rock with the alpha omega
Hmm
Man my God is so mega
Hmm
Jesus the only true saviour
Hmm
Holy, holy what I'm thinking
Hmm
God give seed to the sower
When it rains it pours, blessings
Hmm
God give seed to the sower
When it rains it pours, blessings
Hmm - yea
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Writer: Cassadarius Smith, KaMario Belcher, Toddrick Gilmore, Tramaine Long
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