Top Down (feat. Fauva Gahd & byJ.)
B-Jay Banks
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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
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