ThouxanBanFauni - Top Ten lyrics

(Indigo, Okay, Embasin, whatever)
Top ten yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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 trait's that seem toxic
And you also got a couple
Things 'bout you toxic

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

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 trait's that seem toxic
And you also got a couple
Things 'bout you toxic

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

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 trait's that seem toxic
And you also got a couple
Things 'bout you toxic

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