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James Frederic Elliot
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Jeremy Stotz
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Chris Walls
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Lyrics
We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom
Problems everybody has got 'em, got'em, got'em
So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle
All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
I pull up bumping on them twenty fours
And that chrome is peeling off the rims
I don't know what they frontin' for
But I'm going to keep it real with y'all a min
We ain't living no lavish life
Boy, check to check's how we get it
A couple hours of overtime
And you know that weekend is hit
Everybody down here want to lift everybody else up
The second that we make it about the cut
A bunch of rough looking motherfuckers
Always showing love to each other
Because we know how tough that it gets down here
People's feeling a pinch in there
Something that you can do for them
Ceiling starts falling down on top
And you raise the fucking roof up again
I'm going to tell the truth again
I can't help but feel like these motherfuckers
Are sleeping on me, Like Poppin Xanax and Rufalin
I'm an underdog with no story. They won't root for him
But I don't really sweat none of that
Cause I know what's really important is
We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom
Problems everybody has got'em, got'em, got'em
So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle
All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Don't ever count me out because I'm jumping in
Fuck a friendly fade, I do it all with them
Go blow for blow but we could bring weapons
Any way that you want, the way the record spins
Not a fake one of these country rappers
That's full of shit
Tryin to resurrect their dead career by playing here
I'm with the shit and still keep a stick
When I'm in the sticks with my country boy
In a white tee with white breeze
By the time I leave, they've been destroyed
No decoys or weapon formed against me shall win
Go toe to toe, win blow for blow, like I know Shaolin
I'm a bad motherfucker and a cool motherfucker
All depends on the energy I receive
Hollagati gotti probably won the body
Everybody on your goddamn team
I'm awfully cocky, probably want to drop me
But you're only hard in your dream
Talk that war talk
But most soft motherfuckers have the loudest screams
We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom
Problems everybody has got'em, got'em, got'em
So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle
All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
I just got my check, time to burn it
Red all on my neck, I've been working
40 hours weeks, yeah I earned it
Pour me a pitcher I'm about to turn into a burden
Now leave me alone
I feel like the king of my throne
On my queen on some grown shit
My family buying the bar, she calling the shots
Taking shots of patron with everybody that I meet
And I don't drink tequila
But I do it just to prove it to these haters
They have prior heaters beating in the seven seater
Chopping gator tails with a meat cleaver
Drinking every single drink you feed me
You don't know my state is?
You better ask the homies
I don't know what fucking no means
I keep taking shots and hittin' blow sneeze
Oh, geez Rig, damn
He sick like a butcher you don't want the beef with
I'm just trying to chill like autumn breeze?
Drinking my beer on the lake till I'm seasick bitch!
We on top of the bottom, bottom, bottom
Problems everybody has got'em, got'em, got'em
So when it's time to buy the bottle, bottle, bottle
All our people know that we got'em, got'em, got'em
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Now how you like it down here?
We on top of the bottom
Writer(s): James Elliot, Chris Walls, Jeremey Stotz
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