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Top notch

Boosie

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[Chorus:] Top notch whips that's What I drive 24 inches rims & tires Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes They stare me down, And I'm wonderin why [x4] Ah hold up wait a second Let me think for a second [Lil' Boosie:] Red Bandana, Red Lexus Top notch nigga hoes call me black & sexy Top notch whip on that good drink from texas Got everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked Please be good cause it could go down Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the street crown I fill it with gas, keep it clean as my ass If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match I would name my cars, but I ain't got time Just got my fresh fade, check out my line Ol' lady cross the street like "ain't that conley boy" "That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea) Feelin even better when I look in the mirror Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at these niggas From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl & we creep Southside young b that's how I come on these streets nigga [Chorus] [Lil' Phat:] Look, I got a jag and it's sleepin on duces Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat At the light, open the door, showin my ass You know how phat be Impala drop on the shontaez Oh it's the dumb way Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on Rip the runway Shinin got my neck right Shinin got my mouth right Ankle bracelets in dimes so Shinin got my walk right I use 2 by 2's Like Ill you stupid Toilet paper niggas streets up When It's time for me to use it Take a picture of my hair cut My steve harvey look right on Yeah I know you see the ice I'm on they cut the light on me Gucci bag 50 grand in it Look don't put yo hands in it Do it the dummy way You Catch me doin my dance with it Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know me Ain't no waitin, Ain't no thinkin Nigga you goin have to show me [Chorus] [Mouse:] (Why Why Hmmm) B.O. what these niggas mad at me for Wound up lookin cry baby like T.O Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O He wanna take a trip, To the money Let's G-O I got black women, white women Asian & creole Pretty face, pretty feet, no corn foot fritos See Mouse like cheese so my nick name cheeto Fuck a favour, or a hand out, ain't shit free hoe I hop up out the chevy, coast wallet full of c-notes Your baby momma & her friend wanna have a trio When I work that lumber a huh yeah she know I beat that pussy up (beat it up)like deebo Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me tho I see it in your face and I can read ya like cleo Every everybody know, we don't keep it on the D-Low Trill ENT yeah nigga know how we roll [Chorus]
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