Top Ten

Lyrics

[Intro] (Indigo) (Okay, Embasin, whatever) Top ten Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Baby, you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten Good head on the shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option Putting up with me, my bullshit and all my nonsense And I fuck with you one thou'-wow, you ride or die chick Can't fuck with dumb thottie bitches with no logic Fill my bag with drugs, grow that shit and make progress And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic And you also got a couple things 'bout you toxic [Verse 1] Got up out the hood together, we didn't wanna be boxed in Fuck that broke shit, I put my foot down like a sock did On my free time, I be thinking 'bout you daily But I still keep it G, ho, don't try to play me Feel like Max B in '08 real wavy MySpace date with your bitch going crazy Pimp my profile like a, like I'm pimping, bitch Get a big stick, A&R fifteen get you split Split your wig, all headshots, that's my dunny Don't even talk about it, after that, don't stunt it Niggas be thinking that they getting one up on us, running But can't run no one on one because he get slam dunking [Chorus] Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten Good head on the shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option Putting up with me, my bullshit and all my nonsense And I fuck with you one thou'-wow, you ride or die chick Can't fuck with dumb thottie bitches with no logic Fill my bag with drugs, grow that shit and make progress And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic And you also got a couple things 'bout you toxic [Verse 2] I just wanna treat you like a queen, like a princess Turn you to a goddess like you queen of Atlanta We was in Atlanta, Magic City, you was dancing Ass done, titties did, baby girl enhanced them And we went to Blue Flame, yeah, she an enchantress I don't go to a job, I'm overprotective If I see you niggas touch the wrong way I'm gon', psh, psh Shit get hectic, yeah, Fauni wreck shit Wreck shit, wet shit Fuck with me, smoke a nigga down, bless him Wreck shit, wet shit Got a issue, we gon' bless shit I ain't like these, ain't stressing shit I can't be no simp, on that simple shit Yeah, you a wimp on that pimple shit Get popped, pussy boy, yeah, Wimbledon Tennis racket, big stick What's all the racket? It's that big stick Niggas duck, quack 'em quick Nigga try my bitch, that's a death sentence [Chorus] Baby, you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten Good head on the shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option Putting up with me, my bullshit and all my nonsense And I fuck with you one thou'-wow, you ride or die chick Can't fuck with dumb thottie bitches with no logic Fill my bag with drugs, blow that shit and make progress And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic And you also got a couple things 'bout you toxic [Outro] If you have it all Have it all, baby, if you have it all Baby, if you have it all If you have it all, baby, if you have it all