Ay bitch I'm top of my league
Lil ho you toppin' the team
I seen this shit in my dreams
Nothin' really what it seems
No you can't hang I'm a chiefer
I mix the lean with the reefer
Edgy lil ho think I'm evil
I'm in the cut like a cleaver yeah
Gucci down right to my sock
I don't sell dope on no block
Pretty lil bitch on my cock
I been had this shit on lock
Waitin' for the boy to pop
Cuttin' this shit like a chop
Crazy bitch snortin' that rock yeah
Tickin' the time on the clock
Think I'm done smokin' Gelato
I was off hella shit tweakin'
Think that I'm good for the weekend
I don't even wanna be friends
You a fan, why you even tryna act like you mad
You ain't bad, why you even tryna act like you that
Pop a perky for the early mornin'
I ain't had shit for breakfast
Fallen angel from the heavens
Pockets filled with lettuce
When i left, had that bitch mournin'
Gotta dip if that shit borin'
I might cuff if that bitch foreign
We gon' f*ck until mornin' yeah
And no wonder why my face cold
I been sippin' dirty Faygo
I been dreaming, where my day go
Might've f*ckin' lost my halo yeah
Ay bitch I'm top of my league
Lil ho you toppin' the team
I seen this shit in my dreams
Nothin' really what it seems
No you can't hang I'm a chiefer
I mix the lean with the reefer
Edgy lil ho think I'm evil
I'm in the cut like a cleaver yeah
Gucci down right to my sock
I don't sell dope on no block
Pretty lil bitch on my cock
I been had this shit on lock
Waitin' for the boy to pop
Cuttin' this shit like a chop
Crazy bitch snortin' that rock yeah
Tickin' the time on the clock
Sol Jay - Lost Halo Lyrics
Sol Jay - Lost Halo Lyrics
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Ay bitch I'm top of my league
Lil ho you toppin' the team
I seen this shit in my dreams
Nothin' really what it seems
No you can't hang I'm a chiefer
I mix the lean with the reefer
Edgy lil ho think I'm evil
I'm in the cut like a cleaver yeah
Gucci down right to my sock
I don't sell dope on no block
Pretty lil bitch on my cock
I been had this shit on lock
Waitin' for the boy to pop
Cuttin' this shit like a chop
Crazy bitch snortin' that rock yeah
Tickin' the time on the clock
Think I'm done smokin' Gelato
I was off hella shit tweakin'
Think that I'm good for the weekend
I don't even wanna be friends
You a fan, why you even tryna act like you mad
You ain't bad, why you even tryna act like you that
Pop a perky for the early mornin'
I ain't had shit for breakfast
Fallen angel from the heavens
Pockets filled with lettuce
When i left, had that bitch mournin'
Gotta dip if that shit borin'
I might cuff if that bitch foreign
We gon' f*ck until mornin' yeah
And no wonder why my face cold
I been sippin' dirty Faygo
I been dreaming, where my day go
Might've f*ckin' lost my halo yeah
Ay bitch I'm top of my league
Lil ho you toppin' the team
I seen this shit in my dreams
Nothin' really what it seems
No you can't hang I'm a chiefer
I mix the lean with the reefer
Edgy lil ho think I'm evil
I'm in the cut like a cleaver yeah
Gucci down right to my sock
I don't sell dope on no block
Pretty lil bitch on my cock
I been had this shit on lock
Waitin' for the boy to pop
Cuttin' this shit like a chop
Crazy bitch snortin' that rock yeah
Tickin' the time on the clock
Lil ho you toppin' the team
I seen this shit in my dreams
Nothin' really what it seems
No you can't hang I'm a chiefer
I mix the lean with the reefer
Edgy lil ho think I'm evil
I'm in the cut like a cleaver yeah
Gucci down right to my sock
I don't sell dope on no block
Pretty lil bitch on my cock
I been had this shit on lock
Waitin' for the boy to pop
Cuttin' this shit like a chop
Crazy bitch snortin' that rock yeah
Tickin' the time on the clock
Think I'm done smokin' Gelato
I was off hella shit tweakin'
Think that I'm good for the weekend
I don't even wanna be friends
You a fan, why you even tryna act like you mad
You ain't bad, why you even tryna act like you that
Pop a perky for the early mornin'
I ain't had shit for breakfast
Fallen angel from the heavens
Pockets filled with lettuce
When i left, had that bitch mournin'
Gotta dip if that shit borin'
I might cuff if that bitch foreign
We gon' f*ck until mornin' yeah
And no wonder why my face cold
I been sippin' dirty Faygo
I been dreaming, where my day go
Might've f*ckin' lost my halo yeah
Ay bitch I'm top of my league
Lil ho you toppin' the team
I seen this shit in my dreams
Nothin' really what it seems
No you can't hang I'm a chiefer
I mix the lean with the reefer
Edgy lil ho think I'm evil
I'm in the cut like a cleaver yeah
Gucci down right to my sock
I don't sell dope on no block
Pretty lil bitch on my cock
I been had this shit on lock
Waitin' for the boy to pop
Cuttin' this shit like a chop
Crazy bitch snortin' that rock yeah
Tickin' the time on the clock
Writer: Sol Jimenez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid