Artist/Band:
Lil Boosie
Lyrics for Song: Top Notch
Lyrics for Album: Superbad - The Return of Boosie Bad Azz [2009]
[Chorus:]
Top notch whips that's
What i drive
24 inches rims & tires
Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin me down, And i dont know why
[x4]
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 streets crown
I feel 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)
Fillin even better when i look in the mirror
Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at the niggas
From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl & we creep
Southside young beast that's how i come on these streets
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Lil' Phat:]
Look, I got a jag and its 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 shontaez
O 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
Ankles braclets in dimes so
Shinin got my walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like ill you stupid
Tiolet 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
Yea 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
Aint no waitin, Ain't no thinkin
Nigga You gone have to show me
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Mouse:]
(Why Why Hmm)
B.O. what these niggas mad at me for
Frowned up lookin cry baby like T.O.
Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O
He want to take a trip, To the money Let's G-O
I got black women, white women,
Asain & creol
Pretty face, pretty feet, no corned foot fritos
See Mouse like cheese so my nick name cheetos
Fuck a favor, or a hand out, Aint shit free hoe
I hop up out the chevy, ? wildin full of cenotes
Yo baby momma & my friend wanna have a trio
When I work that lumber an huh yea she no
I beat that pussy up (beat it up) like deebo
Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me dough
I see it in yo face and i could read ya like cleo
Every Everybody know, we don't keep it on D-Low
Trill ENT yea a nigga know how we roll
[Repeat Chorus:]
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