Top Floor Yeat (Ft. Young Jordan)

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[Intro: Yeat]
Yeah (Yeah)
Runnin' 'round the city in my Scatpack (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yeat]
Ridin' 'round the city in my hatchback (Skrrt)
I can't trust you kid 'cause you're a 12-lad (12-lad)
And I got this new brand new bitch and she on Vogue Mag (Yeah)
Ask me why I got this Prada bag, it's where my dope at (Yeah)
[?]
[?], with two bitches, it's a matrimony
She need [?]
Not my twin 'cause you are broke
We not cooperatin'
How you say you been workin' so hard but all this [?]?
All these bands, I'm wastin'
Pop me a Perc, it's amazing
[?] but I'm so damn impatient
I put Issey all on my feet 'cause I got damn fashion
I got Rick all on my feet, [?] bands stacked
And these tricks speaked out too much, don't think they understand
And I'm gonna whisper, [?], I'm too high, I forgot the plan
[?]. yeah, like it's Baghdad
Before I go in way too long, I'm the bad man

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