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Top Down

Album: After School Special Durasi: 3:21

I let the top down sunshine on me

Still boutta a dollar gotta get the money

See yo bitch calling and it ain't my fault if she falls in these sheets

Imma scoop you up cause I'm feeling yo flavor

God give me grace, anything in my favor

Leave it up for grabs and you know I might take it, take it yeah

Man I been living good

All the way from Inglewood

As I should

But niggas thought that I couldn't

Drivin cars niggas thought I couldn't rent

Lucky I ain't splash that bread I should spend

Wit my complexion I look like yo cousin

Ditch that nigga fuck yo husband

He was rappin in the 90s he a has been

That nigga turned insect, he buggin

I live in LA nigga fuck Tustin

I fuck wit Britney fuck Justin

Natia on the news nigga just in

My door's unlocked baby bust in

Been trying to avoid these islands

I'm trying to reach somebody

Tell me something I'd like to hear

Dime mami, sin secretos

Me gustas más

La luna mueve el mar

Mil secretos

Tus ojos

Tu alma

Tu cuerpo

Respeto la vida

De noche de dia

Manejando a lo contrario

Bailando pegados

Te gusta lo que tengo y me quieres decir

I let the top down sunshine on me

Still boutta a dollar gotta get the money

See yo bitch calling and it ain't my fault if she falls in these sheets

Imma scoop you up cause I'm feeling yo flavor

God give me grace, anything in my favor

Leave it up for grabs and you know I might take it, take it yeah