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We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom Problems everybody has got 'em, got'em, got'em So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom I pull up bumping on them twenty fours And that chrome is peeling off the rims I don't know what they frontin' for But I'm going to keep it real with y'all a min We ain't living no lavish life Boy, check to check's how we get it A couple hours of overtime And you know that weekend is hit Everybody down here want to lift everybody else up The second that we make it about the cut A bunch of rough looking motherfuckers Always showing love to each other Because we know how tough that it gets down here People's feeling a pinch in there Something that you can do for them Ceiling starts falling down on top And you raise the fucking roof up again I'm going to tell the truth again I can't help but feel like these motherfuckers Are sleeping on me, Like Poppin Xanax and Rufalin I'm an underdog with no story. They won't root for him But I don't really sweat none of that Cause I know what's really important is We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom Problems everybody has got'em, got'em, got'em So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Don't ever count me out because I'm jumping in Fuck a friendly fade, I do it all with them Go blow for blow but we could bring weapons Any way that you want, the way the record spins Not a fake one of these country rappers That's full of shit Tryin to resurrect their dead career by playing here I'm with the shit and still keep a stick When I'm in the sticks with my country boy In a white tee with white breeze By the time I leave, they've been destroyed No decoys or weapon formed against me shall win Go toe to toe, win blow for blow, like I know Shaolin I'm a bad motherfucker and a cool motherfucker All depends on the energy I receive Hollagati gotti probably won the body Everybody on your goddamn team I'm awfully cocky, probably want to drop me But you're only hard in your dream Talk that war talk But most soft motherfuckers have the loudest screams We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom Problems everybody has got'em, got'em, got'em So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom I just got my check, time to burn it Red all on my neck, I've been working 40 hours weeks, yeah I earned it Pour me a pitcher I'm about to turn into a burden Now leave me alone I feel like the king of my throne On my queen on some grown shit My family buying the bar, she calling the shots Taking shots of patron with everybody that I meet And I don't drink tequila But I do it just to prove it to these haters They have prior heaters beating in the seven seater Chopping gator tails with a meat cleaver Drinking every single drink you feed me You don't know my state is? You better ask the homies I don't know what fucking no means I keep taking shots and hittin' blow sneeze Oh, geez Rig, damn He sick like a butcher you don't want the beef with I'm just trying to chill like autumn breeze? Drinking my beer on the lake till I'm seasick bitch! We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom Problems everybody has got'em, got'em, got'em So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom Now how you like it down here? We on top of the bottom
Writer(s): James Elliot, Chris Walls, Jeremey Stotz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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