pac div – top down 歌詞


“top down”
(feat. casey veggies & skeme)

[verse 1: mibbs]
shout out to my thick girls, thick girls
you tha sh-t girl, sh-t girl
with them hips girl, hips girl
got a mixed girl with curls
got me a rich girl with pearls
neither one is cooking better than my big girl, big girl
come get this d-ck girl, d-ck girl
better come quick girl, quick girl
i like girls who come with girls and i like girls who f-ck with girls
it’s too easy, i’m too st–zy
drinking fiji, watching tv
i been nice since bebe cece winans
girls pee pee when we be rhyming
you see me i’m rocking diamonds
grit my teeth, yea i be grinding
p-a-c see we be shining
2-seater b-tch, we reclining
top down, armor all’d up
got that brown up in my cup
got that bomb fired up

[verse 2: skeme]
drop that breitling for the hublot
boy i got nothing but time
and i tell her mom to keep her cat
till i show my d-ck what’s on her mind
lemme get that head! lemme get that head!
girl i need that head
screaming inglewood forever
i sip that purple and bleed that red
n-gg-s know w-ssup, these girls wanna f-ck with me
i’m on that same sh-t
crooked or call me mr. never-seen-with-the-same-b-tch
swear i had on polo out in soho smoking skunk
and i had 4 hoes in that 4-door with my.44 in the trunk
underground n-gg-s, independent getting checks tho
boy i spit that sick sh-t, flow like i got strep throat
duke and pac divvy, we get busy, get the bidness
baby girl you in the presence of the king: bear witness

top down, yeah i’m the man
i’m from la, i got that juice and i got a plan
girls just hop in i drop the roof
we can get a tan
so when you see me, i’ll be speeding like a demon
with my head out the window screaming: top down!

[verse 3: be young]
i got a hundred dollars on me
finna head straight to the store
smoking on that headband, it goes straight to your skull
lincoln continental flow, player player [?]
these n-gg-s finna hate, and that list is gonna be long
just been in my chromosome
[?], home alone
corvette’s your rolling stone
zip boy fresh they know they wrong
and i got guess in my cologne
she be guessing wrong
when n-gg-s cut you short, make sure your checks is long
it’s that upper eschelon
rambo with ammo. fat boy sh-t
had them n-gg-s rocking camo
cold-blooded mammal but the b-tches keep me warm
they only doing sh-t that they seen in a song


[verse 4: casey veggies]
i don’t got nothing to prove
been stack bucks since i left school
these hoes say i think i’m to cool
but i guess some girls get fooled
cause this young n-gg- that do
riding around with my crew
wanna way to pay for more dudes
that’s my day to day, [?]
my swag sayin’ i’m best
the streets sayin’ i’m next
excuse me if i flex
i just do my thing in my own zone
always wait for the right time
my main chick got a real n-gg-
she know i got guidelines
homeboy i’m on tour
in a hotel, tryin’ to make more
do 60 shows, n-gg- that’s the goal
if you can’t tell we livin’ well
you should put your hand up for me
pants 340
you should do it too girl, ya man suck don’t he
[?], throw the alley oop
might throw it back
then i probably


- pac div