Thouxanbanfauni - Top Ten lyrics

[Intro] (Indigo) (Okay Embasin, whatever) Top ten Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten Good head on her shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option Putting up with me, [?] sh*tting on my nonsense And I fu*k with you one-thou-wow, you like a [?] Can't fu*k with dumb thottie b*tches with no logic Fill my bag with jewels, grow that sh*t and make progress And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic And you also got a couple things about you, toxic [Verse 1] Got up out the hood together, we didn't wanna' be boxed in fu*k that broke sh*t, I put my foot down like [?] On my free time I be thinking about you daily But I still keep it G, hoe don't try to play me Feel like Max B in 08' real wavy Mind, space date with your b*tch going crazy Pimp my profile like a, like I'm pimping b*tch Get a big stick, A&R fifteen get your split Split your wig, all headshots [?] Don't even talk about it, after that don't stunt me ni**as be thinking that they getting one up on us, winning But can't run no one on ones because he get slam dunking [Chorus] Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten Good head on her shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option Putting up with me, [?] sh*tting on my nonsense And I fu*k with you one-thou-wow, you like a [?] Can't fu*k with dumb thottie b*tches with no logic Fill my bag with jewels, grow that sh*t and make progress And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic And you also got a couple things about you, toxic [Verse 2] 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 with the blue flame, yeah she an enchantress I don't go to a jugg, I'm overprotected If I see a ni**a touch you the wrong way I'm gon' sh*t get hectic, yeah Fauni wreck sh*t Wreck sh*t, wet sh*t fu*k with me, smoke a ni**a down, bless him Wreck sh*t, wet sh*t Got a issue we gon' bless sh*t I ain't like these, ain't stressing sh*t I can't be no simp on that simple sh*t You a whimp on that pimping sh*t Get popped pussy boy, yeah Wimbledon Tennis racket, big stick What's all the racket? It's that big stick ni**as duck, quack em' quick ni**a try my b*tch, that's a death sentence [Chorus] Baby you a baddie, I might put you in my top ten Good head on her shoulders with a fatty, ain't no option Putting up with me, [?] sh*tting on my nonsense And I fu*k with you one-thou-wow, you like a [?] Can't fu*k with dumb thottie b*tches with no logic Fill my bag with jewels, grow that sh*t and make progress And I know I got a couple traits that seem toxic And you also got a couple things about you, toxic