Top Drop

Slim Thug

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    For you jackers that's hatin
    Run up try to rob yeahh bitch I'm a be waitin
    In the country see me skatin
    On my chrome lookin good
    You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
    Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in texas
    Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
    Bitch by my side in my ride lookin lovely
    Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin on no bubbly
    Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin by the crowd
    And& the dro got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
    I'm a H-Town nigga.
    Reppin for P.A.T.
    Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C
    I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin down
    So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin round
    07 was a hard one but I can be found
    In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown
    And I...

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    I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand
    Grindin hard, paper stackin tryna follow the plan
    Pullin, gloss and steams chasin million dollar dreams
    Livin the thug life I get it by any means
    When times get hard I got no one to hold me down
    So I ride with the top down and cruise around town
    The boppers in line; cause I been known to be a slab rider
    Comin down clean, marchin like a freedom fighter
    When you ride 4's patna stay strapped
    The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap
    See I keep it in my lap; I ain't slippin for none
    I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
    I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens
    I'm thinkin... ?... with bout 4-15's
    See the leather is perforated; them boys gone sho hate it
    My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated
    With my Top Drop

    While they waitin on me to fall; I'm a still stand tall
    Ball hard in the mall
    I been shinin for a while; haters ya in denial
    Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin freestyles
    With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child
    And do a song that'll make the hood go wild
    The flow versatile; When they hear it they like wow
    That boy got talent yeah I like your style.
    But uhhh
    No pressure; don't let the bullshit stress ya
    A... ? with somebody test ya
    God bless ya
    Ya Grind lesser; ya shine lesser
    Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya
    Insides like a dresser; woodgrain on the dash
    My motto; Fuck pain put my name on the cash
    I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass
    Now cars, clothes, & hoes is a thang of the past
    And I...

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    Got the damn top drop
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    Got the damn top drop
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    Got the damn top drop
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    Got the damn top drop
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    Got my glock Clocked.

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    Composición: J B Jefferson, Bruce Hawes, Charles B Simmons, Awesome Jones, Slim Thug, Paul Wall, Lil Rich, Gregory G. Williams, Robert Louis Jr Crawford, Gregory G Williams y Robert Louis De Barge

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