Da Brat - Sittin on Top of The World lyrics

rate me

You wanna know what the fuck I heardbitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me

Not possible to succeed.

Bustin nigga's kneecapscuz greed is fuckin wit weed

Gimme more cheddar than ellie

No hillbilly from beverly

Heavely sedatedstill hated and rated r

You the next victimand if you flinch you fall

I got that sure shot method guaranteed to make a nigga pause.

Peep the cars I'm in.

Uncountable amount of benjamin'sbenzes for all my friends

If it don't make dollarsyou ain't makin no fucking sense

Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit

Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory

Unloaded at the end of the story

I'm on top of the worldnigga...

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Sittin on top of the world

Sittin on top of the world

With 50 grand in my hand

Steady puffin on a blunt

Sippin hennessy and coke

Gimme what you won't.

Sittin on top of the world

Sittin on top of the world

With my legs swinginjewelry jingling baby

Go head baby.

Lemme hit you with some real pump pump

It's the number one contender

So so def memeber known as brat

Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that

Krystal in my lapchronic chokin me

Nigga's hopin we fall off

But we won'twe don't.

All we do is keep fuckin it up.

While all you do is keep lookin at us.

Known evidence is that I dispense hits

And make more house quakes than prince leavin mother fuckers dense

One of the baddest bitches on the planet.

Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammitand you can't stand it.

You can runbut you can't hide

From this bad mannered individu-al gal from the west side

Hit em up.

I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich

Hung in your pants

Hotness from your bull-shit

And it's written all over your face

You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...

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Now best believe I got more trix up my sleeve

Then that silly rabbit

All day dream about g's and how I gots to have it

Gotta weed habitbut I'm still on point

One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.

It be the b-r-a-tthe mind blower

The rough rhyme throwermother fuckers can't see

Riding drop top roadstersfuck all that gold stuff

Only triangles dangle when I bust.

You seeniggas round town called this and that

Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.

Dropped the album funkdafied and they thought it was bold

30 days laterthe lp went goldand i'm...

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