Let the Top Dine

I'mma add, one-two

I'mma act just like a nigga do

I'mma add, one-two

I'mma act just like a nigga do

I'm gonna let the top dine

And I'm gonna let the top dine

This shit ain't light, this shit heavy

We comin' dine (That's how we do it in the H doe)

These ain't lil' wheels, these are swangas (Pokin')

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We run this town

And I roll on fours (I roll)

But maybe I roll on threes (I roll on threes)

I know you know (You know)

Nigga, just where your ho gon' be (That ho wit' me)

Ain't no more chrome

It was murder, that hoe is so clean

My cup is full of somethin' bubblin'

And we on the boulevard actin' ugly

I'mma add one-two

I'mma act just like a nigga do

I'mma add one-two

I'mma act just like a nigga do

I'm gonna let the top dine

And I'm gonna let the top dine

(We gon' let the top dine)

Uh, I swear to God I'm the realest nigga you ever seen

Me against the world, I promise I am the better team

I ain't ever gon' pass my throne, I'm the forever king

Thinkin' something different?

You must not know what forever mean

I'm Luther-like, that's why I call myself Vandross

Coronavirus or not, you best to keep your hands off

If I ever did fall off, you know I shook back

That's why I'm blessed,

Jesus be hangin' where the crooks at (Hallelujah)

I came in the game, and I ain't never looked back

Probably can't cook no food, but I can cook crack

This ain't a library, but this where the books at (Right here)

To read these is gon' cost you more than a couple bands

Nevermind, but they gotta go through a couple hands

They say I'm the man, I guess it ain't nothing other than

One Deep Entertainment, that ain't me, that's we

Why would I ever pay for the pussy? My G, that's free

I'mma add one-two

I'mma act just like a nigga do (A nigga do, how we gon' act?)

I'mma add one-two (Yeah)

I'mma act just like a nigga do

I'm gon' let the top dine (I'm gon' let the top dine)

And I'm gon' let the top dine

King of the ghetto, Z-Ro

Mo City Don, all that there, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Dominic Gwen goin' in in this motherfucker

And if you ain't feelin' that, you ain't touching it right bitch

Screwed Up Click for life

R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers of the game

Still ball hard, word to Curtis Stack nigga

Robert Earl Davis, John Hawkins, Patrick Hawkins

The city I run in