Top Dog
I've been on this mission all alone
Now I'm stuck up in this party with a ting I'm takin' home, oh my
I was just a youngin on my own
I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (look)
I'm the top dog, nigga, my nuts hang
Paigons never sayin' what they said when they bucked man (uh?)
Used to see the fiends gettin' high off a crushed can
Only British kid up in my lane in a Mustang (vroom)
Yeah, they wanna get at me (yeah)
Dyin' over jealousy (why?)
I've been in my Pent' repentin' off thе Hennessy (AJ)
And I got enеmies (Yeah), linkin' with my frenemies (why?)
But I stand strong when I'm alone like there's ten of me, yeah
And I ain't next to blow (No)
I promote the peace but my brothers still lets it go
Got my partna gettin' hotter than Mexico
All I smoke's gas on my crib like a Texaco
Check me out, silk shirt, this Italian boo (wow)
I'm a Caribbean man eatin' Italian food (ha)
And lately I've been playin' tennis, flying all over courts (bling)
I might jet myself to Cuba, just to sit on my force (for real)
I got big and better dreams, livin' ain't what it seems
Opposition feelin' weak so they mergin' their teams (yeah)
I know brothers with the CBO, that's rollin' with Beams
And I know girls that pray all day and live at night off the beans
Look, you know me, fresh Whites and a white tee (bling-blaow)
If a yattie said I'm not polite, she don't like me
I had the pretty women schemin', tryna spite me (yeah)
Now there's no behavior you can show me that'll surprise me
I've been on this mission all alone
Now I'm stuck up in this party with a ting I'm takin' home, oh my
I was just a youngin on my own
I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm a old-soul baby, I came from the 80's (yeah)
This Avirex's wavy, my Dickies is navy (on God)
If you wanna see me in the flesh, gotta pay me (ching)
The spirit know I got it in my locker like Davy's, yeah
My flow immaculate (Yeah), nice with the verb (verb)
I got fans who know my lyrics but they can't say a word (they can't say a word)
I'm international, baby, I've been coastin' since a teen
I mean whatever I rap and I rap what I mean (rap what I mean)
Neon lights, see my name in the West End (yeah)
I don't trust a chick who's droppin' gems on her best friend (uh)
Show me that you love it, don't put no one above it
I hold her hand outside the block and I'ma kiss her in public
See this kettle on my wrist, cost an arm and a leg (bling-blaow)
My plug movin' hella funny, had to part with the zed
I was wicked with the whippin', makin' rock from the powder
Big bro had Zendaya, I had Jessica Alba
And I'm a cowboy, West and loose, we from gang, make it hot
If you're spotted then move along, Trace, I'm the emperor
I got my groovin' on (yeah)
God gave me a gift, I ain't plannin' to use it wrong
Now I'm down and Knightsbridge
Mint in my tea, you know the dealy (you know the dealy)
Two gyal on my side, one look hazel, and one vanilly (got one vanilly)
20-something dating these models and gettin' silly (gettin' silly)
Now I'll multiply my digits, my numbers will do the shimmy (Trace, go)
I've been on this mission all alone
Now I'm stuck up in this party with a ting I'm takin' home, oh my
I was just a youngin on my own
I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
(It sounds like Nyge)
(AoD)
Now I'm stuck up in this party with a ting I'm takin' home, oh my
I was just a youngin on my own
I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (look)
I'm the top dog, nigga, my nuts hang
Paigons never sayin' what they said when they bucked man (uh?)
Used to see the fiends gettin' high off a crushed can
Only British kid up in my lane in a Mustang (vroom)
Yeah, they wanna get at me (yeah)
Dyin' over jealousy (why?)
I've been in my Pent' repentin' off thе Hennessy (AJ)
And I got enеmies (Yeah), linkin' with my frenemies (why?)
But I stand strong when I'm alone like there's ten of me, yeah
And I ain't next to blow (No)
I promote the peace but my brothers still lets it go
Got my partna gettin' hotter than Mexico
All I smoke's gas on my crib like a Texaco
Check me out, silk shirt, this Italian boo (wow)
I'm a Caribbean man eatin' Italian food (ha)
And lately I've been playin' tennis, flying all over courts (bling)
I might jet myself to Cuba, just to sit on my force (for real)
I got big and better dreams, livin' ain't what it seems
Opposition feelin' weak so they mergin' their teams (yeah)
I know brothers with the CBO, that's rollin' with Beams
And I know girls that pray all day and live at night off the beans
Look, you know me, fresh Whites and a white tee (bling-blaow)
If a yattie said I'm not polite, she don't like me
I had the pretty women schemin', tryna spite me (yeah)
Now there's no behavior you can show me that'll surprise me
I've been on this mission all alone
Now I'm stuck up in this party with a ting I'm takin' home, oh my
I was just a youngin on my own
I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm a old-soul baby, I came from the 80's (yeah)
This Avirex's wavy, my Dickies is navy (on God)
If you wanna see me in the flesh, gotta pay me (ching)
The spirit know I got it in my locker like Davy's, yeah
My flow immaculate (Yeah), nice with the verb (verb)
I got fans who know my lyrics but they can't say a word (they can't say a word)
I'm international, baby, I've been coastin' since a teen
I mean whatever I rap and I rap what I mean (rap what I mean)
Neon lights, see my name in the West End (yeah)
I don't trust a chick who's droppin' gems on her best friend (uh)
Show me that you love it, don't put no one above it
I hold her hand outside the block and I'ma kiss her in public
See this kettle on my wrist, cost an arm and a leg (bling-blaow)
My plug movin' hella funny, had to part with the zed
I was wicked with the whippin', makin' rock from the powder
Big bro had Zendaya, I had Jessica Alba
And I'm a cowboy, West and loose, we from gang, make it hot
If you're spotted then move along, Trace, I'm the emperor
I got my groovin' on (yeah)
God gave me a gift, I ain't plannin' to use it wrong
Now I'm down and Knightsbridge
Mint in my tea, you know the dealy (you know the dealy)
Two gyal on my side, one look hazel, and one vanilly (got one vanilly)
20-something dating these models and gettin' silly (gettin' silly)
Now I'll multiply my digits, my numbers will do the shimmy (Trace, go)
I've been on this mission all alone
Now I'm stuck up in this party with a ting I'm takin' home, oh my
I was just a youngin on my own
I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog (yeah)
I'm the doggy-doggy, I'm the top dog
(It sounds like Nyge)
(AoD)
Credits
Writer(s): Nyandoro Kelly, Alastair Joseph O'donnell, Che Wolton Grant
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