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Исполнитель: T.I.
Название песни: Top Back
Альбом: King
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T.I. - Top Back текст песни, lyrics

Haaaa... Mannie Fresh I got you nigga 
I'm gonna show these niggaz what to do with one of your beats 
I'm shutting the whole block down 
Here comes trouble homey 
I'ma tell you how the king like to ride homeboy 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
I like my beat down low and my top let back 
Can see me riding 24's with a chopper in the back 
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back 
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black 

[Verse 1] 
I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fucking wit me 
You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches 
I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's 
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me 
SS'S on 26's watching some television 
Shorty I'm never slipping got the berretta in vision 
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping 
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping 
Pimp stolen' the automobile and the roof for the tag missing 
Polices' try to pursue me it's nothing but gas given 
Addicted to fast living, guess I'm one of my dad's children 
Think I'm bad now shoulda seen me before I had children 
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and dare her to have children? 
Hope he got some insurance 'cause death her ass is enduring? 
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri 
Still my wet paint drippin' while I'm woodgrain gripping 


[Verse 2] 
I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you heard about us 
Young niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout much 
On this glock I clutch In God I trust 
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust 
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up 
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust 
I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow 
Move ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five mo 
Ya see the Cadillac swerving down Hollywood Road 
On the flyest Spur in Cali fucking Hollywood Ho's 
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro 
Bumping Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo 
Other rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma pro 
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow 
(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buying 6 or mo 
My 24 blades glistening and my 808 kicking 


[Verse 3] 
I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em 
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailing 
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy 
And now we riding Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis 
If ya ever think ya trying to run up on me just forget it 
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded 
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck 
Ya think he ain't getting stuck you got life fucked up 
A couple stitches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up 
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up 
Meanwhile I'm racing my Ferarri like a light for a buck 
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car... 


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