| She make me wanna let the top down
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Beautiful day, you’re even beautifuller
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| Don’t know if that’s a word, if not I made it up for ya
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| Real nigga but I can’t fight the feeling no
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| Bad enough to be wifey but we just chillin though
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| No labels on nothing
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| I’m lying, we got labels on buttons
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| 2 C’s on yours, 2 G’s on mine
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| You on key if I lose it all, you believe in my grind
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| Yea, fly girl with your own
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| You respect I rap but you respect more that I’m grown
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| When I’m out my 2−3 you get me in my zone
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| Love hurts and I only know what I’ve been shown but damn
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| You make me wanna go to elegant dinner out
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| Step in the closet and pull something linen out
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| Aviators with the champagne tint on em
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| I can’t school you the designers cause you been on em
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| Baby that’s just what I like
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| That’s just what a nigga like me need in his life
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| When it’s time to hit the road you don’t flip or get tight
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| Just tack my doubles and pray God keep me alright
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| You pray He keep me safe, so I could make it back
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| So you could see my face and we can just relax
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| Nothing real mean just long as we together
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| She keep it real like moms and watch the Knicks like the fellas
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| And since I met er
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| We could take a ride anywhere
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| Long as the wind blow through your hair
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| We could take a ride anywhere
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| Long as the wind blow through your hair
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| Put your hand in the air, do your thing girl
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| Do your thing girl
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| Put your hand in the air, do your thing girl
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| Do your thing girl
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| Let’s get our cruise on, put something smooth on
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| Carl Thomas first album, something cool on
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| I’m in a good golf shirt, I got my trues on
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| Pocket full of green but I got Chanelle blue on
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| You make me wanna work you out like a stairmaster
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| I get elevated when I stare at ya
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| When you down yea I worry but that’s the key factor
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| And I’m a extra low key kind of nigga
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| But when I’m with er
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| We could take a ride anywhere
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| Long as the wind blow through your hair
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| We could take a ride anywhere
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| Long as the wind blow through your hair
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| She make me wanna let the top down
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| Baby, you make me wanna let the top down
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| She make me wanna let the top down |