Top Down lyrics

by

Pac Div


[Verse 1: Mibbs]
Shout out to my thick girls, thick girls
You tha sh*t girl, sh*t girl
With them hips girl, hips girl
Got a mixed girl with curls
Got me a rich girl with pearls
Neither one is cooking better than my big girl, big girl
Come get this di*k girl, di*k girl
Better come quick girl, quick girl
I like girls who come with girls and I like girls who f*ck with girls
It's too easy, I'm too steezy
Drinking Fiji, watching TV
I been nice since BeBe CeCe Winans
Girls pee pee when we be rhyming
You see me I'm rocking diamonds
Grit my teeth, yea I be grinding
P-A-C see we be shining
2-seater b*tch, we reclining
Top down, armor all'd up
Got that brown up in my cup
Got that bomb fired up

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Drop that Breitling for the Hublot
Boy I got nothing but time
And I tell her momma to keep her cat
Till I show my di*k what's on her mind
Lemme get that head! Lemme get that head!
Girl I need that head
Screaming Inglewood forever
I sip that purple and bleed that red
n*ggas know wassup, these girls wanna f*ck with me
I'm on that same sh*t
Crooked or call me Mr. Never-Seen-With-The-Same-b*tch
Swear I had on Polo out in Soho smoking skunk
And I had 4 hoes in that 4-door with my .44 in my trunk
Underground n*ggas, independent getting checks though
Boy I spit that sick sh*t, flow like I got strep throat
Duke and Pac Divvy, we get busy, get the bidness
Baby girl you in the presence of the kings, bear witness
[Hook]
Top down, yeah I'm the man
I'm from LA, I got that juice and I got a plan
Girls just hop in I drop the roof
We can get a tan
So when you see me, I'll be speeding like a demon
With my head out the window screaming: top down!

[Verse 3: Be Young]
I got a hundred dollars on me
Finna head straight to the store
Smoking on that headband, it goes straight to your skull
Lincoln Continental flow, player player Romey Rome
These n*ggas finna hate, and that list is gonna be long
Just been in my chromosome
(?), Home Alone
Corvettes and rolling stones
Them boys fresh they know they wrong
And I got guess in my cologne
She be guessing wrong
When n*ggas cut you short, make sure your checks is long
This that upper echelon, Rambo with ammo
Fat boy sh*t, had them n*ggas rocking camo
Cold-blooded mammal but the b*tches keep me warm
They only doing sh*t that they seen us on
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Casey Veggies]
I don't got nothing to prove
Been stack bucks since I left school
These hoes say I think I'm to cool
But I guess some girls get fooled
I'm this young n*gga that do
Riding around with my crew
Wanna way to pay for more dudes
That's my day today, well let it waste away
My swag sayin' I'm best
The streets sayin' I'm next
Excuse me if I flex
I just do my thing in my own zone
Always wait for the right time
My main chick got a real n*gga
She know I got guidelines
Homeboy I'm on tour
In a hotel, tryin' to make more
Do 60 shows, n*gga that's the goal
If you can't tell we livin' well
You should put your hand up for me, pants 340
You should do it too girl, ya man suck don't he
(?), throw the alley oop
Might throw it back
Then I probably
[Hook]
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