paroles de chanson Top Down - B-Jay Banks , Fauva Gahd , byJ.

Yeah
Walk in the room
You can already tell you dealing with a different kind of nigga
You hear me? watch this

Riding 'round I'm in my whip
I'm blowing smoke, Might let the Top Down
That burner sitting here with me and it could knock your whole block down
Been moving by my lonely
Please don't ask about who not 'round
You set up shop where we be at, we come and shut the shop down

Look
We spot 'em, stop 'em, drop 'em
Pop the top off like a can of coke
My good men in the kitchen, Fiends itching
Need the antidote

The money coming in, I fold it up then rubber band the dough
I'm lit that's what they paying me for
You try me, we come put work on him and his folks

I think niggas pussy now, 'cause I don't know what they standing for
Shawty gushy, dripping, Pussy pink, it got that candy coat
You with all that kinky shit, I'm only here to slam and roll
Get up in my jam and I just go
I'm the man it's hope

I'm just trying to bring a lot of money to my band of bro's
Set the play for low
It's cut, they hit thew shit with Acetone
Niggas like to talk too much so I don't like to answer phones
You want to do business, You should send me a substantial loan

He be talking weight, when really he can only handle zones
I throw up the 1600 quick, and I can stand alone
She know what I like, let me see you bust it open on this camera phone
I speak my wants then go get it
You stuck at what you planning on
Banks

Everybody can't go with you
You got to face this shit alone
God prepared this table for you
And if they ain't bringing nothing to the table
They taking off that mother fucker

Riding 'round I'm in my whip
I'm blowing smoke, Might let the Top Down
That burner sitting here with me and it could knock your whole block down
Been moving by my lonely
Please don't ask about who not 'round
You set up shop where we be at, we come and shut the shop down

Now you can live by faith, or you can die by fear
When we riding, city plates with them choppers in the rear

Bush man with a stick
Young man with a glick
Lord forbid he let it click
Trying to impress his lil' chick

Now you know damn well we ain't got no time for that
Just threw a Quapie in my bag, where the smokers at
Behind the Scraypuz shop out Maryland, where the soldiers at
Back in the city, jamming flowers, where the gardens at

Pink Rozay in my Jay, please don't play with me
All this gas should pay rent, 'cause it stay wit me
OCB with the filter was made for me
Triple 6, I'm priceless, they can't pay for me

Still blowing Do Do in the 'V
GBF the logo on the Tee
I had to pay attention like a fee

Before I ended up without a Me
And she gone bust this chopper here for free
Simply for the love of a G
Fauva

Riding 'round I'm in my whip
I'm blowing smoke, Might let the Top Down
That burner sitting here with me and it could knock your whole block down
Been moving by my lonely
Please don't ask about who not 'round
You set up shop where we be at, we come and shut the shop down