| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
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| Window down, top drop
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| In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
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| Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
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| Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
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| Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
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| The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
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| Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
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| What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
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| I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
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| Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
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| After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of 'em belong
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| to us
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| I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
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| Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
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| I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
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| I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
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| Window down, top drop
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| Window down, top drop
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| Window down, top drop
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| Nigga gon' get my guap
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| In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
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| Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
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| In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
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| Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
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| Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
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| Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
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| What you saying lil homie?
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| I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
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| Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
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| Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
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| Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
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| Was scared for me, momma I made it
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| Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
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| 30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
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| My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
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| ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Window down, top drop chiefin' on a fat one
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| Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
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| Window down, top drop
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| Window down, top drop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Top Drop , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Andretti 10/30, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп