Bottom Of The Bottom Lyrics

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I'm from the bottom of the bottom, I come from troubled times

In the end, because of God, I knew the sun would shine

You showing love, knowing you hate me, boy you out of line

Pussies want to run up, but they don't know I got the .9

I'm from down below, baby do ya research

No you ain't my girl, and you'll never ever be her

Man I miss my dawg, man that shit is leaving me hurt

Never thought the day that I would see you on a T-Shirt

Square ass niggas always got something to say

But I'm getting money and I always stay paid

I'm getting to the green like a shot on 2K

And I'm thanking God, thank him everyday for new days

I'm a thug baby, still need a hug baby

I got couple hoes in line that want to be my lady

But I keep my mind on you, you really drive me crazy

And I wonder if I'm really on your mind lately

And I wonder if I'm on your mind, like you're on mine

And baby why you want to go fast, I like to take my time

These other hoes got no chance, why do they keep on trying?

Bad bitch you know that she love to dance, she got tats on her spine

Bottom boy survivor, and how did I survive it?

Girl, I cannot even deny it

Bitch you talk too much, you need to stay quiet

In a different headspace, I'm higher than the highest

Yeah, and I'm higher than the highest

I can't even deny it, stay flying

I'm from the bottom of the bottom, I come from troubled times

In the end, because of God, I knew the sun would shine

You showing love, knowing you hate me, boy you out of line

Pussies want to run up, but they don't know I got the .9

Babe, I need you, fuel me up man, just like Alkaline

Baby you my type, and you know that you is a dime

Let me slide through, babe I'm on that type of timing

He can't handle thunder, man just like the SuperSonics

Bae, yo skin is glowing, man just like it's summertime

And she got the water, I can turn it into wine

I'ma eat it while she cry, she gon' call it whine and dine

Without yo love, baby, I don't ever really feel like flying (Uh-huh)

So that really means I need ya

I ain't worried 'bout them haters, I shake 'em like seizures

You remind me of a monkey, not talking 'bout Caesar

I got a clip for you monkeys, if you want to be curious

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