Letra de Top Notch
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Featuring Audiopush
(Hook)
(Hook)
Man if you got yo own whip put Chanelle on yo lips
Purse hanging off yo wrist and you top notch
Brand new, true religion, designer stage Denim
With yo booty barely in em and you top notch
You got yo ill game poppin, nobody got em
And they red at the bottom, girl you top notch
You hit the floor going HAM, got them niggas like damn
Girl, you top notch
(Verse)
Top heel, Poly raise the bag
Lights on Bri, I ain’t playin laser tag
Kill was grip, dress was a grip too
Buddy I’m the shit, woke you up my shitsu
Alligator clutch, swag when the zoom on em
Mister one to one, how the hell I got 2 on em?
Any ill pill she on, forget about it
Length of that weed 26, can’t leave without it
Got a Benz, drive a beamer cross the Porsche
You got class college courses, it can go 5 courses
Ferrari, the horses, park em at the fortress
Face gorgeous when the bosses call your bosses
No I wasn’t with them shootin in the gyms
Still he blow 150 im on the gym
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
If you was top notch you’d have plenty of them
(Hook)
Man if you got yo own whip put Chanelle on yo lips
Purse hanging off yo wrist and you top notch
Brand new, true religion, designer stage Denim
With yo booty barely in em and you top notch
You got yo ill game poppin, nobody got em
And they red at the bottom, girl you top notch
You hit the floor going HAM, got them niggas like damn
Girl, you top notch
Top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
Girl, you top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
(Verse)
She’s so out of your league
Make all the boys come run, stampedes
Basic chick, come take heed
Tylenol, PM’s, yall see
Berkin bag, we’ll take her, Formeda sheesh
Top model frame in the game if she kinda chic
Cover that out, miss Loreal
Street brain cells man, could’ve went to Yale
Bout the yummy yummy, he will send my bill well
Round the way girl now rub my LL
Drive the 9 to 5, ballin from 5 to 9
Never met his girl, I just treat him like he mine
Arrogant and slowly
No name tag but they actin like they know me
Yo get them 7 digits, gotta have them 7 digits
So better
Dumb flow? Are you kiddin? I’m clever
(Hook)
Man if you got yo own whip put Chanelle on yo lips
Purse hanging off yo wrist and you top notch
Brand new, true religion, designer stage Denim
With yo booty barely in em and you top notch
You got yo ill game poppin, nobody got em
And they red at the bottom, girl you top notch
You hit the floor going HAM, got them niggas like damn
Girl, you top notch
Top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
Girl, you top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
Purse hanging off yo wrist and you top notch
Brand new, true religion, designer stage Denim
With yo booty barely in em and you top notch
You got yo ill game poppin, nobody got em
And they red at the bottom, girl you top notch
You hit the floor going HAM, got them niggas like damn
Girl, you top notch
(Verse)
Top heel, Poly raise the bag
Lights on Bri, I ain’t playin laser tag
Kill was grip, dress was a grip too
Buddy I’m the shit, woke you up my shitsu
Alligator clutch, swag when the zoom on em
Mister one to one, how the hell I got 2 on em?
Any ill pill she on, forget about it
Length of that weed 26, can’t leave without it
Got a Benz, drive a beamer cross the Porsche
You got class college courses, it can go 5 courses
Ferrari, the horses, park em at the fortress
Face gorgeous when the bosses call your bosses
No I wasn’t with them shootin in the gyms
Still he blow 150 im on the gym
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
If you was top notch you’d have plenty of them
(Hook)
Man if you got yo own whip put Chanelle on yo lips
Purse hanging off yo wrist and you top notch
Brand new, true religion, designer stage Denim
With yo booty barely in em and you top notch
You got yo ill game poppin, nobody got em
And they red at the bottom, girl you top notch
You hit the floor going HAM, got them niggas like damn
Girl, you top notch
Top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
Girl, you top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
(Verse)
She’s so out of your league
Make all the boys come run, stampedes
Basic chick, come take heed
Tylenol, PM’s, yall see
Berkin bag, we’ll take her, Formeda sheesh
Top model frame in the game if she kinda chic
Cover that out, miss Loreal
Street brain cells man, could’ve went to Yale
Bout the yummy yummy, he will send my bill well
Round the way girl now rub my LL
Drive the 9 to 5, ballin from 5 to 9
Never met his girl, I just treat him like he mine
Arrogant and slowly
No name tag but they actin like they know me
Yo get them 7 digits, gotta have them 7 digits
So better
Dumb flow? Are you kiddin? I’m clever
(Hook)
Man if you got yo own whip put Chanelle on yo lips
Purse hanging off yo wrist and you top notch
Brand new, true religion, designer stage Denim
With yo booty barely in em and you top notch
You got yo ill game poppin, nobody got em
And they red at the bottom, girl you top notch
You hit the floor going HAM, got them niggas like damn
Girl, you top notch
Top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
Girl, you top notch, top notch
Top notch, top notch
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