T.I.
Top Back (Remix) dainos žodžiai
Young Jeezy)
*Talking Over Intro*
Yeah, You Already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga, Mannie Fresh, TIP what up nigga, I got you nigga I let my chain hang low, keep that thang up on my waist
All them Haters talkin reckless tell em say it to my face
Concealed bank roll yeah I almost caught a case
It's the remix so mannie fresh drop the bass
28 Inches got me sittin so high
Reach straight up through the clouds god damn i'm in the sky
Got my 87's on god dammit i'm fly
Bet you any thing won't nan nigga try
Push The Luc on wednesday the drop back monday
Ice Cream Impala same color as a sundae
So you can miss me with that hatin and that he can't rap shit
Tell them fagat ass niggas wrap they lips around my dick
God Damn my money sick, hey I need to see a doctor
Black on Black Bently call it Phantom of the Opera
Lemon Lime Drop Top I call It a Sprite
When I pull out the garage you can call it a night (Hook 2X)
I Like my beat Down Low, And My Top Let back
See me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
And Holla if you like your Kenwood Hot and Top Let Back
If your rims sittin high and your windows Pitch Black (Young Dro)
(Talking over Hook)
Hey man you know Top Let Back man ridin in a GT neon green, holla back
Dro, My trunk gon break the damn law
I'm ridin through the hood with 8's of damn raw
Them 27 choppers them 8's is down low
Bitches know they see the platinum it's grey like grandpa
Trade the chevy all kinda sour apple colors
Diamonds up in my charm look like piney apple suckers
Teck Nine for some, Mack 90 for others
Lethal Weapon on Ducatti's i got on my Danny Glovers
Nah, this aint the movie but i shot four brothers
And Plus I got a chevelle that flop four colors
Cars wit out the covers, my beat down low
And my rims sittin high, I'm the best thing blowin out, Dro
(Hook-2X) (Big Kuntry)
(Talking over the Hook)
You know who this is maine, Big Kuntry things man
I got my treble up high and my beat down low
I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go
What i need a roof fo, Replace it with the sky
Streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind
Ridin in the wetest paint like i'm surfing on a tidal wave
Cocaine whip, yeah straight out the microwave
Man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin
Ride passed rockin with stacks in my pockets (BG)
I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo
To hear myself I think I like my beat down low
Cigarello full of dro and the chevy two tone
It's sittin on chrome that's how i get my roll on
Gotta dip through the hood you know gizzle keep it real
I see some hot girls so i'ma turn it up a lil
Let em bounce to the music, bounce to the beat
The top down, hop in and ride wit a G (Hook 2X) (T.I)
(Talking over the Hook)
Aight Now
Even though i like my beat down low and my top let back
Chrome Feet down low and my impala wet black
Digi Dash hit the gas tell a nigga check that
Make them bitches sit back, Woofers give em wet cat
Comin down in the chevy motor sound like it's very tame
Hell yeah you can tell i hear the tire yell in every lane
And the way that beat kickin bet you can still hear it
Lord forbid i cut it up i bet i can let phil hear it
Ok my money real big, choppers is still hid
They catch me wit it f**k it i'm doin my lil bid
And my drop top ridin and my glock cocked ridin
I'm lookin for them niggas where they at, stop hidin Now that's a mu F**kin Remix Nigga
*Talking Over Intro*
Yeah, You Already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga, Mannie Fresh, TIP what up nigga, I got you nigga I let my chain hang low, keep that thang up on my waist
All them Haters talkin reckless tell em say it to my face
Concealed bank roll yeah I almost caught a case
It's the remix so mannie fresh drop the bass
28 Inches got me sittin so high
Reach straight up through the clouds god damn i'm in the sky
Got my 87's on god dammit i'm fly
Bet you any thing won't nan nigga try
Push The Luc on wednesday the drop back monday
Ice Cream Impala same color as a sundae
So you can miss me with that hatin and that he can't rap shit
Tell them fagat ass niggas wrap they lips around my dick
God Damn my money sick, hey I need to see a doctor
Black on Black Bently call it Phantom of the Opera
Lemon Lime Drop Top I call It a Sprite
When I pull out the garage you can call it a night (Hook 2X)
I Like my beat Down Low, And My Top Let back
See me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
And Holla if you like your Kenwood Hot and Top Let Back
If your rims sittin high and your windows Pitch Black (Young Dro)
(Talking over Hook)
Hey man you know Top Let Back man ridin in a GT neon green, holla back
Dro, My trunk gon break the damn law
I'm ridin through the hood with 8's of damn raw
Them 27 choppers them 8's is down low
Bitches know they see the platinum it's grey like grandpa
Trade the chevy all kinda sour apple colors
Diamonds up in my charm look like piney apple suckers
Teck Nine for some, Mack 90 for others
Lethal Weapon on Ducatti's i got on my Danny Glovers
Nah, this aint the movie but i shot four brothers
And Plus I got a chevelle that flop four colors
Cars wit out the covers, my beat down low
And my rims sittin high, I'm the best thing blowin out, Dro
(Hook-2X) (Big Kuntry)
(Talking over the Hook)
You know who this is maine, Big Kuntry things man
I got my treble up high and my beat down low
I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go
What i need a roof fo, Replace it with the sky
Streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind
Ridin in the wetest paint like i'm surfing on a tidal wave
Cocaine whip, yeah straight out the microwave
Man in the trunk, sound like the man knockin
Ride passed rockin with stacks in my pockets (BG)
I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo
To hear myself I think I like my beat down low
Cigarello full of dro and the chevy two tone
It's sittin on chrome that's how i get my roll on
Gotta dip through the hood you know gizzle keep it real
I see some hot girls so i'ma turn it up a lil
Let em bounce to the music, bounce to the beat
The top down, hop in and ride wit a G (Hook 2X) (T.I)
(Talking over the Hook)
Aight Now
Even though i like my beat down low and my top let back
Chrome Feet down low and my impala wet black
Digi Dash hit the gas tell a nigga check that
Make them bitches sit back, Woofers give em wet cat
Comin down in the chevy motor sound like it's very tame
Hell yeah you can tell i hear the tire yell in every lane
And the way that beat kickin bet you can still hear it
Lord forbid i cut it up i bet i can let phil hear it
Ok my money real big, choppers is still hid
They catch me wit it f**k it i'm doin my lil bid
And my drop top ridin and my glock cocked ridin
I'm lookin for them niggas where they at, stop hidin Now that's a mu F**kin Remix Nigga
