Cream of the Crop
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The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, I be with the box, I'm feeling like Pac, ya finna get shot
I'm running from cops, I'm fucking on thots, just gimme the slop, don't give me the box
I got it like Pop, I'm smoking on pot, it stay in my sock, I stay with the sauce
I'm something you not, I'm beefing with opps, I'm eating on locs, I'm beating these bops
Just gimme my props, I'm never going flop, it's always off tops, I cut it like chop
They calling me hot, I'm calling the shots, I marry the game, I'm tying the knot
No time to explain, I'm thinking to plot, I'm buying a plane, like an Autobot
I'm thinking a lot, to think I forgot, you gotta get got, I got the red dot
I'm the cream, money long like limousine, keep it clean like Listerine, I don't buy no simple ting
You a simpleton, brought my bitch to Wimbledon, emo bitch like Tim Burton
Day one we flirting, pull up in the what the fuck is that skrtt skrtting
I know you hurting, bitch you lurking, off a perc N
Might just by myself a Birkin, lord knows I'm deserving, yuh
I'm a soldier no deserting, untouchable with the wording
Honestly it's a burden, I know I'm the best it's certain
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, just me and myself, I'm never going sell out
Money in my pocket done fell out, I want it I buy it I shell out
Ay, get out of my face, girls in my DM's from all of the states
Fucking your BM don't do no dates, know they can't see me don't got no plates, ay
Yung Royce crazy, in the Mercedes, big with the ladies, white like the '80s
Winning like Brady's, calling me Hades, I don't like shady's, drinking on baileys
Whoo, whipping and serve in the coupe, shooters going shoot, we don't do truce
My peoples is crazy they want to get loose, don't talk to me baby just suck on my flute
To keep it real, they don't make em like, all these hater bite me, still wanna be like me, Yuh
I get that cream baby, the realist seen baby, fresh on the scene baby, in magazines baby
I'm in this pop shit, don't make me pop shit, just go be cautious, you knows I got this
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, I be with the box, I'm feeling like Pac, ya finna get shot
I'm running from cops, I'm fucking on thots, just gimme the slop, don't give me the box
I got it like Pop, I'm smoking on pot, it stay in my sock, I stay with the sauce
I'm something you not, I'm beefing with opps, I'm eating on locs, I'm beating these bops
Just gimme my props, I'm never going flop, it's always off tops, I cut it like chop
They calling me hot, I'm calling the shots, I marry the game, I'm tying the knot
No time to explain, I'm thinking to plot, I'm buying a plane, like an Autobot
I'm thinking a lot, to think I forgot, you gotta get got, I got the red dot
I'm the cream, money long like limousine, keep it clean like Listerine, I don't buy no simple ting
You a simpleton, brought my bitch to Wimbledon, emo bitch like Tim Burton
Day one we flirting, pull up in the what the fuck is that skrtt skrtting
I know you hurting, bitch you lurking, off a perc N
Might just by myself a Birkin, lord knows I'm deserving, yuh
I'm a soldier no deserting, untouchable with the wording
Honestly it's a burden, I know I'm the best it's certain
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
The cream of the crop, just me and myself, I'm never going sell out
Money in my pocket done fell out, I want it I buy it I shell out
Ay, get out of my face, girls in my DM's from all of the states
Fucking your BM don't do no dates, know they can't see me don't got no plates, ay
Yung Royce crazy, in the Mercedes, big with the ladies, white like the '80s
Winning like Brady's, calling me Hades, I don't like shady's, drinking on baileys
Whoo, whipping and serve in the coupe, shooters going shoot, we don't do truce
My peoples is crazy they want to get loose, don't talk to me baby just suck on my flute
To keep it real, they don't make em like, all these hater bite me, still wanna be like me, Yuh
I get that cream baby, the realist seen baby, fresh on the scene baby, in magazines baby
I'm in this pop shit, don't make me pop shit, just go be cautious, you knows I got this
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, it's me at the top, I be at the spot
The cream of the crop, just me and my thot, I'm slipping you thought
The cream of the crop, I'm never going stop, the grinding like Pac
The cream of the crop, the cream de la cream you know what I mean
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Writer(s): Ivan Felix
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