Da Brat Lyrics

Album: Anutha Tantrum (Explicit)

Sittin On Top Of The World Lyrics

You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch? 

I heard you wanna carbon copy me, 

Not possible to succeed. 

Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin 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 fucking sense 

Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit 

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 fuckin 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 fuckers dense 

One of the baddest bitches 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 fuckers can't see 

Riding drop top roadsters, fuck 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 shit 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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