Da Brat Sittin On Top Of The World Lyrics

Sittin On Top Of The World Lyrics

You wanna know what the f**k I heard, bit*h? 

I heard you wanna carbon copy me, 
Not possible to succeed. 
Bustin nigga`s kneecaps, cuz greed is f**kin wit weed 
Gimme more cheddar than Ellie, 
No Hillbilly from Beverly 
Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R 
You the next victim, and 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`s, Benzes for all my friends 
If it don`t make dollars, you ain`t makin no f**king sense 
Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and sh*t 
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory 
Unloaded at the end of the story, 
I`m on top of the world, nigga... 

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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 swingin, jewelry 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 lap, chronic chokin me 
Nigga`s hopin we fall off 
But we won`t, we don`t. 
All we do is keep f**kin 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 f**kers dense 
One of the baddest bit*hes on the planet. 
Act like you know it`s the funk bandit dammit, and you can`t stand it. 
You can run, but 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 habit, but I`m still on point, 
one of the most wanted to rock off somebody`s joint. 
It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower, 
The rough rhyme thrower, mother f**kers can`t see 
Riding drop top roadsters, f**k all that gold stuff 
Only Triangles dangle when I bust. 
You see, niggas round town called this and that, 
Said I sound like the pound and my sh*t was wack. 
Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold, 
30 days later, the LP went gold, and I`m... 

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