Testo Top Off - YNW Melly
Testo della canzone Top Off (YNW Melly), tratta dall'album Young New Wave
I've never seen, I'm leanin', baby, I won't OD
Ooh (mm-mm, mm)
(Mm-mm, mm)
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ay (get it close)
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh
I want loud and she want lean (lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh)
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us (uh)
Is you gon' blow? (Blow)
Ay, if I take you out, are you really on go? (On go) ay
Fuck on my bro (bro), ay
Suck on it fast (fast), don't you suck on it slow (slow)
Get hit with the mag' (the mag'), ay
Hop in a Porsche, huh (whoa)
Get in a Jag' (a Jag'), ay
Fuck on your bitch, then send the pics to her dad (bitch)
I got the racks (racks)
I got them racks (whore)
Fuck on your whore, uh
All in her splat, like
He was in a gram, fuckin' on a Fefe
Now he out here, shootin' videos on P street
Thick bitch, she from Georgia with a super peach
She suck my Florida oranges, oh my God, she's such a freak (a freak)
Ay
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (get it close)
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh
I want loud and she want lean (lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh)
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, hold up, wait, ho
Don't play no games, no
We keep them Ks loaded
Slide the opps with my bang bros
Turnt shit, won't change, though
Back out front with the Range Rover
Put it on your main ho
Uh, uh, uh
Hundred shots by the case load
I'm havin' steppers on the payroll
I'll give you what you think you came for
Don't need to explain, they know
I'll give this shit my heart and way more
When they see me down, it's gon' take more
I'll take my crown and catch a halo
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ay (get it close)
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh
I want loud and she want lean (lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh)
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us (uh)
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, huh
Drop-top, huh
Where your clothes, stupid ho? Gotta go, huh, huh
Ridin' 'round with that .40, let that pole bust
I can't argue with no niggas, I do no discussion (that's on my mama)
When we see you, press that issue, you said, "Oh, it's nothin'" (that's on my mama)
Lil' nigga from the G, turned nothing to something (oh my God)
And we too slime, they don't call us slime for nothin' (yeah, yeah)
I was with my brother, cruisin' in that real splash
Now we in a foreign car, yeah, this that real Jag'
And I got my dough up, nigga, get a real bag
Put the pistol to his kidney, I'm like, "Give me that"
Just give me that, damn
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes? Where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ay (get it close)
Nasty bitch, stupid ho, where your clothes? Oh
I want loud and she want lean (lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (huh)
All these freaky bitches tryna put that pussy on us (uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Eduardo Juarez Hernandez, Jamell Demons, Brandon King, Devale Rivers, Nigel Benjamin Epps
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