Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Top Back , by - T.I.. Release date: 25.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Top Back |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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… |