xoxofaso - Top Dog Lyrics

And then Thursday I wanna adlib this
I don't wanna touch this again
Like I want you to fuck with this and then Thursday when we listen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you
Oh you must be the top dog, the big dog
That one who push the bricks off, its all false
Who the fuck you think you is dog, get you shit tossed
Send them shooters at your crib dog, get your shit robbed
Aye, top to bottom, scheming
Aye, shawty think we came to some sort of agreement
Aye, she be seeing other people, I just see the millions
She be checking on my savings just to check in every evening
I been fucking for the days she tell her friends only the weekend
I been fucking with lil baby since the second that she see me
Aye, so wait
Im a second away from leaving
I might step out in the Tesla, I might step out with lil baby
I must really be the top dog, the head hun
The one send the phone call, to drop by
I can't walk around with dead weight, that's on god
So I had to cut that dead weight, right off
Yeah, yeah but apparently
These boys need some clarity
I aint fucking with all that negativity
So I cut em off and turn em into enemies
But I turn them chop soy how I eat that
I might run off with a quarter like three back
I can sense all of my dogs on the heat map
And you know just where to find us if you need that
Bitch yeah you need that
Im the one they run to
The one they show love to
The one they hold the gun to
Grills in my mouth bitch, that's a gold tooth
Bitch we a gold mine, I thought I told you
Im the top dog, the head hun
The one send the phone call, to drop by
I can't walk around with dead weight, that's on god
So I had to cut that dead weight, right off
Oh you must be the top dog, the big dog
That one who push the bricks off, its all false
Who the fuck you think you is dog, get you shit tossed
Send them shooters at your crib dog, get your shit robbed
Aye yeah
Yeah, don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Yeah, Faso, yeah

And then Thursday I wanna adlib this
I don't wanna touch this again
Like I want you to fuck with this and then Thursday when we listen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you
Oh you must be the top dog, the big dog
That one who push the bricks off, its all false
Who the fuck you think you is dog, get you shit tossed
Send them shooters at your crib dog, get your shit robbed
Aye, top to bottom, scheming
Aye, shawty think we came to some sort of agreement
Aye, she be seeing other people, I just see the millions
She be checking on my savings just to check in every evening
I been fucking for the days she tell her friends only the weekend
I been fucking with lil baby since the second that she see me
Aye, so wait
Im a second away from leaving
I might step out in the Tesla, I might step out with lil baby
I must really be the top dog, the head hun
The one send the phone call, to drop by
I can't walk around with dead weight, that's on god
So I had to cut that dead weight, right off
Yeah, yeah but apparently
These boys need some clarity
I aint fucking with all that negativity
So I cut em off and turn em into enemies
But I turn them chop soy how I eat that
I might run off with a quarter like three back
I can sense all of my dogs on the heat map
And you know just where to find us if you need that
Bitch yeah you need that
Im the one they run to
The one they show love to
The one they hold the gun to
Grills in my mouth bitch, that's a gold tooth
Bitch we a gold mine, I thought I told you
Im the top dog, the head hun
The one send the phone call, to drop by
I can't walk around with dead weight, that's on god
So I had to cut that dead weight, right off
Oh you must be the top dog, the big dog
That one who push the bricks off, its all false
Who the fuck you think you is dog, get you shit tossed
Send them shooters at your crib dog, get your shit robbed
Aye yeah
Yeah, don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Don't that make you wanna dance a little, aye
Yeah, Faso, yeah