Top Down Lyrics & Tabs by Nipsey Hussle
Top Down
guitar chords lyrics
Look.
My top down, your name hot now
but when I was out here,
nigga you was not 'round
was in the game, but I just watch now
I did grim so my shit stock now.
Suede, hit, Linen on the roof
don't be lyin' on the facts,
niggas lyin' in the booth.
When we travel around the world,
we flyin with a suitcase, stamped,
louis vuitton, with Cuban cigar
Miami, Ocean Ave, cut the beautiful broads
on the back of motorbikes, ain't no use
for a car
Miami, Ocean Ave, cut the beautiful broads
on the back of motorbikes, ain't no use
for a car
im outta town, so the coupe is at large
and this, jealous of succes, niggas usually are; but, i dont give a fuck
i ain't trippin though
Niggas gettin desperate,
while im getting dough
Oh you love that bitch? better get yo' hoe
and I aint gotta tell you why, You already know
once in a life time, shit she aint never been fucked in a drop top benz
thats why when I pull up,
she quick to get in, i'm a boss, young nigga get some paper and a pen
class is in session, rap till im restless
cuz constant repitition is the path to progression
class is in session, rap till im restless
cuz constant repitition is the path to progression
Take that and run with it, you should get some cash
way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast. Heavy on the grind, South Central State of mind, type of nigga to buy a pound, and break it all down in dimes
baby blue regal, 1985
gold rollie on my neck, 380 on my spine
it was a lot of things that was runnin through my mind,
all of which i would bring to myself, and in due time
and now im watchin ring put a strain on her eye, fireworks on my sleeve, the 4th of july. Waist line Louis, stay fly truly, cant fuck with me witha rubber or a roofy
hoes try to choose me, haters try and shoot me, feds wanna book me, and these bitches wanna screw me. ex-strret nigga turned Boss, that's the routine
and you would have extras if your life was a movie
