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    T.I. Top Back текст песни

    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 shuttin 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 ridin 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 fuckin 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 watchin some television

    Shorty I’m never slippin got the berretta in vision

    And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin

    Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin

    Pimp stolen’ the automobile and the roof for the tag missin

    Polices’ try to pursue me it’s nothin but gas given

    Addicted to fast livin, yes I’m one of my dads children

    Think I’m bad now shoulda seen me before I had children

    Give dick to ya daddy’s daughter and they oughta have children?

    Hope he got some insurance cause I definitely have some endurance?

    Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri

    Still my waint pet drippin’ while I’m woodgrain grippin

    I got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout 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 swervin down Hollywood Road

    On the flyest ?? in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho’s

    On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro

    Bumpin 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 buyin 6 or mo

    My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin

    I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell ‘em

    ‘For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin

    I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy

    And now we ridin Giovanni’s and Asani’s on Pirellis

    If ya ever think ya tryin 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 getn stuck you got life fucked up

    A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up

    Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up

    Meanwhile I’m racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck

    Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car…

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